Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Luciana's POV

I was lounging on my bed, aimlessly scrolling through my phone after a long day. My thumb paused when I saw the notification.

Dante is live on instagram.

 We still followed each other, though we hadn't spoken in months. The temptation to see what he was up to crept in. I hesitated, but curiosity got the better of me. I tapped on the notification, the screen opening up to his live.

Dante sat there, leaning back in his chair, casually chatting with his followers. Thousands of viewers were already tuned in. I could hear the familiar edge in his voice that I'd grown to know during the few months we were together—the kind he used when he wanted attention. His messy hair fell over his eyes as he scrolled through the comments. Then, suddenly, I saw my name flash across the screen in the live chat.

"Where's Luciana?"

"Why haven't we seen you two together in ages?"

"Did you guys break up?"

 Dante shifted in his seat, glancing at the comments with a half-smile, but there was something darker lurking underneath. I had dated him long enough to recognize it. He was up to something.

Oh no. My pulse raced, and I gripped my phone tightly. I could see the frustration building on Dante's face, the subtle clench of his jaw as he scrolled through the comments.

"Okay, okay, enough," he finally said, his voice sharper than usual. "You guys want to know why Luciana's not here? Fine. I'll tell you."

My blood ran cold.

Please, don't do this, I thought, silently pleading with the screen.

I knew Dante too well. The edge in his voice wasn't just hurt. It was revenge. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to humiliate me—publicly. And worse, he knew how many people were watching this live. How much damage this could cause. He wasn't coming after me... he wanted to hurt Pedri and ruin his career.

"She cheated, I'm not gonna tell you guys who with," Dante continued, his tone smug now. "But that's all the info I'm giving you."

I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. He didn't say Pedri's name directly, but he didn't have to. The people in the live were already throwing out names in the comments, one after another.

"Was it Eric? I saw them talking after the game."

"Pablo? they look close"

"Gavi??"

"Balde or Ansu? They all seem pretty close. "

My heart hammered in my chest as I kept reading, hoping it would stop. But it didn't. More names poured in.

"Fermín?"

"Jude Bellingham? I saw them multiple times together."

"Camavinga?"

But the one name that kept appearing, the one I feared the most, finally popped up.

"It's gotta be Pedri."

"I bet it's Pedri!"

"She cheated with Pedri for sure, they used to date!"

My breath caught in my throat. No, no, no. This was bad. Really bad.

Dante sat back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as the comments continued to flood in. He had gotten exactly what he wanted—chaos. And now, Pedri's name was all over the place. People would start talking, speculating. And Pedri... God, his career could be dragged through the mud because of this. We had worked so hard to get back on good terms, and now this was going to ruin everything.