I was about to push open the door to my mom's room when I overheard a conversation. At first, I intended to mind my own business, but when I heard them mention my name, curiosity got the better of me. I decided to see who they were and what they were saying.

"Oh, my dear. I understand you're upset," Mrs. Carlos said as she stood behind the woman I had seen earlier, gently playing with her hair. "But don’t worry. Ivan’s heart truly belongs to you. Forget the internet; they just want ...