POV Victoria.

- We have to do something. We were too cruel to Yasmin. Now she hates us all. I know Yasmin perfectly. - I said.

- I want Yasmin back to me. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. DURING THAT TIME ALL THAT THOUGHT SHE HAD ME NEVER BETRAYED LOVES LA LEFT. - Roger screamed and sobbed.

Roger was so nervous that I thought he was going to be sick. He has had some health problems before. He is very thin, it is not well fed from the entire event. Seven months have passed after all there was and has been the worst months of our lives. Roger is unhappy, what keeps you alive is still the band and fans because their personal life is rubbish. He is angry lately, for anything discusses all, came to discuss with a traffic cop recently for refusing to stop the car because it was speeding. My friend is impaired.

- Roger my friend - I approach it. - You will have your Yasmin back. I promise you. We will ask all of us pardon her.

- I want my princess back to me. - Roger was crouched to the ground with the head-touching her legs.

He cried without stopping.

- What will we do? Any idea, Vick? - Freddie said in despair. - I was very cruel with Yasmin. She was always by my side and I never wanted to hear his version of events.

- But all the evidence left for her to have betrayed Roger himself. - Paul said.

- Still we were cruel. - I said. - Mainly me. I've always been Roger's friend and her as children and did not want to hear it, understand why it all. Simply I judged. The remorse I feel the time is killing me.

- I NEED TO KNOW YOUR NEW ADDRESS. I WANT TO GO BEHIND HER. NOW! - She said Roger rising from the ground picking up the key to your car.

- You will be quiet here with us, Roger. - Clare said pulling and embracing strong. - We already know the truth, that Yasmin is innocent. Now we must clean the Yasmin image in the press completely and then we all ask forgiveness from her and the two talk alone.

- I had an idea. - I said.

- What idea my love? Their ideas sometimes scare me. - Brian said.

- I will write a letter asking for forgiveness now Yasmin, on behalf of all of us, saying I discovered everything and that she is innocent. Along with the letter will be the negatives of photos and a copy of the tape. I send all this tomorrow afternoon for the magazine Rolling Stone.

- Great idea my love. - Said Brian kissing me on the lips.

I took a large sheet of notebook paper and a pen and began to write a letter, asking her forgiveness. He said over all discovery and we are ashamed for having treated her so badly in the last seven months that Roger is about to go crazy and want to see her and if she wants to talk to us just call here at home and arrange a meeting with all.

Each wrote a short sentence in the paper saying how sorry to have you misjudged.

Roger was the last to write the letter. He wrote crying. When he finished writing the phrase a tear fell from his eyes watering a little phrase he had just written. We will leave the mark of tear there. Yasmin will know that it is a tear Roger.

- I go to the Clare Room lie down. I feel sick, physically, mentally and heart. - Roger said that was dragging the room alone.

Clare made as if to follow him, but Tim said:

- Clare, leave your brother alone for a moment. He needs to think WHAT will from now on to regain Yasmin. Not wanting to discourage all but, I think Yasmin never been mostly forgive Roger. Yasmin is sweet, but when someone hurts it becomes a gall.

- Still I do not give up, Tim. - Said convinced.

I looked at the face of all: sad, discouraged.

Robert said:

- Mom, Dad, because the sponsor was crying?

It's heartbreaking.

The next day the boys went to the studio usually continue recording the album, pretending it was all in the normal range. We have not talked to Samara on what we found. We will unmask it in the worst way possible.

Not today I had lunch with the boys. I did almost a snack and took a juice and went to do what had to be done. Brian took the car loan. I told the guys that I will be late for a good cause. They told me to do whatever has to be done, or I get at night. Samara suspicious of my sudden departure, but Roger said he needed her to take some pictures of the band, as I had to solve some personal problems.

I went to Photography College building at the University of London, where he studied the baccalaureate and graduate the course and now I'm doing a film course and recording. I entered the photo studio and took several copies of the photos. Then I went to the recording studio and took several copies of the tapes containing the entire conversation between Robert and Samara. I wrote several letters in hand. I would send only the beginning for Yasmin, but I will have to send the London press to all media. The phone book got the address of several London newspapers, some already knew the address, others not. All already know the truth.

I wrote down several addresses. I left the building of hasty college. First I went on the BBC News and left with the clerk a large envelope. Said I was the official photographer of the Queen, showed badge, identity, and all said that it needs to get to the main newsroom of BBC News, urgently. It is something very serious. He quickly headed for the main newsroom.

Then left at The Sun, The Guardian, The Mirror, even in rock radio that broadcast the songs of Queen. In total left in eight newspapers, a TV channel and two music radio. I left the recording studio at noon and a half. It is now five. I park the car in front of the building of the magazine Rolling Stone.

I walk quickly in the lobby of the building when a security barred me at the door.

- For God's sake, I need to talk to a clerk here. I am Victoria, official photographer of the Queen and accurate deliver a match Yasmin Perez Silveira. It is a matter of life or death.

Suddenly appeared a receptionist and showed my badge, identity, all he asked and said,

- For the love of God gives this envelope now in the hands of Brazilian journalist Yasmin Perez Silveira. She needs to see everything that's in that envelope urgently.

- I will give now. - He said the young receptionist already climbing the stairs to the other floors.

I returned to the recording studio. There is this time all the media really know Samara Plant and plotted it all.

I reached around six o'clock. Samara also took pictures of them in the recording studio. I approached her and grabbed my camera.

- Thank you, darling, but I have arrived. - I said sarcastically.

She left the room angry.

Yasmin POV.

I'm usually working when a receptionist comes into my room and delivers a large envelope. I read: From Victoria to Yasmin.

- Who brought the envelope was the official photographer of the Queen, named Victoria. He said it is matter of life and death and would have to be delivered to you soon.

- Thanks, Patrick. - I smile the young receptionist.

I close the door of my room and open the large envelope. There are pictures of Robert Plant with Samara Simpson. They lying in front of his large mansion, embracing, handing him a large envelope to it, which contained money. I did not understand the meaning of these photos. Robert is friends with the bitch of Samara?

Then I see that there is a letter written by Vick. At the time I recognized his handwriting. I read paragraph by paragraph and as I was reading began to cry. She explained everything that happened, as discovered and apologized for not having heard me or wanted me to talk to me. More to the end of the letter was written sentences of my former friends asking for forgiveness and saying how much I do lack in their lives. Finally there was a paragraph written by Roger saying how much he loved me and always more than he had thought that he betrays continued loving me forever. There was a stain like a tear well up than Roger wrote. It certainly was the mark of a tear.

I grab a tape recorder there in my room and put the tape. I begin to hear all the content that contains it. I am surprised. Samara and Robert schemed. He put sleeping pills in Moet and Chandon her I realize. I never betray Roger really. And not kissed Plant. Now I remembered this detail: before I fall asleep I told Plant that while he was beautiful, had a smile, beautiful hair would never betray Roger because I loved him. And then I did not remember anything else or how I came to Plant bed. Of course I was sleeping, I was drugged.

I hear the entire recording. Why I always told everyone I did not remember how it happened. Even my parents did not trust me.

I cried without stopping. I was out of control. Sobbed.

My boss came into my room without knocking on the door and hugged me and said:

- You're going all the BBC News at the time. The story has become public. They found that it was all a frame up you young Yasmin. Now your image with the press is cleaned once.

- It certainly was the Vick that distributes all this to the press. - I was crying.

- Your friend did a great job. - Said my boss.

- MY EX-GIRLFRIEND. NOTHING WILL CHANGE. Read the letter I received from Vick, see the pictures and hear the recording.

My boss read the letter, then we saw the pictures and last recording. He was astonished.

- As there are evil people in this world. - Said my boss. - They ended up with a beautiful romance between Roger and me. You were a lovely couple.

- We were. He spoke correctly. - I sobbed.

- What will you do, Yasmin? - Said my boss me calming down. - Iran to meet them, as they suggest the end of the letter?

- Of course not. I will not go to meet them, neither of my parents. None of them tried to understand my version, when I said I did not remember anything. They stood next to Roger Taylor. I went to the condemned, crucified. It hurts too much in my heart. The past seven months my personal life has been hell. The media tried to dirty my name ...

- But they could not. - Said my boss. - Its prestige has resumed, Yasmin. Daughter takes that hurt your heart.

- It's impossible. What encourages me to live is still my work as a journalist. I will go forward without them all as it has been for the last seven months.

- I really wanted to help you, my dear Yasmin. - I said my boss kissing my head. - It's like a daughter to me.

- And you as a father. - I tried to smile without getting. - There is a way to help me.

- And what is that way? Tell me young lady. - Said my boss.

- I've been thinking about that course proposed for the magazine you told me a few days ago. And I accept. I will stay two months in Bali, Indonesia, that paradise. Will do well for me, I forget I will of all these problems.

- And your French course? - I asked my boss.

- When I return to London I continue. If I continue. Maybe next year I agreed to work on the magazine's headquarters in New York, start a new life there. I feel that there's nothing to hold me here in the UK.

- Yasmin. - He hugs me sorry. - If you go away really to New York next year I miss you.

- I promise to visit it whenever you can. - She said crying.

This discovery will change anything in my life. I do not want to know Roger and company. But I still have things to settle with Plant. He disappointed me deeply too.

I was wrong with everyone around me. I continue being cold and cruel Yasmin the past seven months. Sweet Yasmin, friend of all is no more. Died. No return.

After that I kept all things, I said goodbye to my boss wishing him good night and instead of going home headed for the Plant of home with the escort of two police officers. The housekeeper answered, and I've been going like a rocket. This time against Plant seeing on television the whole matter. It is all over the UK, soon worldwide. He looks at me with eyes red from crying.

I approach it with hatred.

- Yasmin, for God's sake forgive me for what I did.

I say nothing, only the strong slap on his face.

- I'M SORRY THAT ALL MADE AS IS ON RECORD. - he screams. - DID IT FOR LOVE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

- SHUT UP. - I yelled back. - NEITHER YOU NOR ROGER ARE WORTHY OF MY FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, NOTHING! YOU ARE PEOPLE EMPTY INSIDE! They ARE SUCCESSFUL MUSICIANS, ROCKSTARS BIG BUT ARE IN FOR HOLLOW. THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU. ARE UNHAPPY ARE PEOPLE SPIRIT OF POOR. NEVER BE HAPPY IN FULL. NEVER. IS WHAT MY HEART BACKGROUND OF DESIRE, OF MY SOUL. DESIRE unfortunate LIFE, TWO TO SUFFERING.

I spit in the face of Plant.

- I HATE YOU. I HATE TO ROGER, SAMARA, MY EX-FRIENDS. FOR ME THAT YOU disappear EARTH FACE. WOULD MAKE A BIG FAVOR TO ME.

Walk out of uncontrolled Plant house. The two policemen waiting for me out there.

I do not cry anymore. I've cried all I had to cry during the seven months today. In my heart there is no love, affection, nothing. There is only revolt. I continue being workaholic. I'm tired of be nice sweet with everyone. I am going home. I take a shower and do my dinner. Then have dinner. I turn on the TV and just goes about me, that never actually betrays Roger, I'm innocent, that Samara Simpson and Robert Plant is that they were the wrong ones. Reporters now begin to deify me, saying that I was always full, intelligent, I discovered cases of corruption in government. Now they treat me very well.

- HYPOCRITES OF GANG wretches. They ARE ALL HYPOCRITES. - I cry in front of the TV and set the glass cup toward the wall falling glass shards everywhere. I leave there.

I go to the bathroom. I take a cold shower, then dried my hair and start to write a special article for Rolling Stone magazine put my outrage at all explicitly and separate them some pictures that will be used in the article and then go to sleep.

- ALL GOING TO HELL! - I say with hatred before falling asleep.

POV Roger.

Seven. Another end of the recording day. I look Deacy, Freddie, Brian and Vick. Let us toward a large room where there is a television. Crystal called our manager John Reid, Samara. I turn the TV on one channel and is talking all about Yasmin, Samara, Robert and me. They all look stunned for television. Samara panics.

- HOW DO YOU HAD COURAGE TO DO ALL THIS, SAMARA SIMPSON? ROBERT PLANT AND YOU engineered everything right FOR SEPARATE YASMIN AND I IS NOT YOUR disgraced? - I scream.

- How did you know? - She asks scared.

- I KNEW WHY HAVE REAL FRIENDS TO MY SIDE THAT ARE HELPING ME. Yuck I HAVE YOU AND I HAVE DONE FOR SAME SEX WITH YOU SEVERAL TIMES. YOUR SLUT, ORDINARY. - I was out.

- I found everything darling. - Vick smiled sarcastically. - Yesterday I entered his office without you present. I went into his room to find something that incriminate you of wanting to harm me with the boys, with the band. I know I always envied me and wanted to destroy me. I looked for something to incriminate you, but I have found nothing, but I found something much better. While in his room I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway and hid the great purple curtain that is in the room. I heard all his talk on the phone with Plant and recorded. I heard about the money, the meeting. I followed you at lunch and took photos. Now your damn you will pay dearly for everything you did to Yasmin and Roger.

Vick came to Samara and slapped her several times. Brian tried to stop Vick kept Samara otherwise send to the hospital.

- His wretched, cursed. Let justice be upon you. - Said Vick.

All looked with horror face to Samara.

Finally I said:

- You're fired and I'll sue for moral damages. You suck. I HATE YOU, SLUT, naughty. PRO YOUR FAULT AND PLANT YASMIN AND I ARE SEPARATE. TIRE-A HERE.

- ROGER IF DID ALL THAT'S WHY LOVE. - she screams.

- YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT LOVE. WHAT IS REAL LOVE. I LOVE VERY YASMIN AND SO WILL ALWAYS. GO AWAY. - Scream back.

The security guards to take from there the force. I cry thinking of all the doom that is happening with me. After a while I get the car keys.

- Where are you going, Roger? - Asked Crystal.

- I'm going after the Plant. - I say angry.

Freddie goes with me.

In the car I cry all the time, punch the steering wheel, crying with anger and do a lot of shit in traffic.

- Roger will slowly! If we do not die in a car accident and have not as you regain your Yasmin princess. - Said Freddie scared.

- She must hate me right now, Freddie. She hates me now.

At that moment I most accelerate the Aston Martin nearly running over a lady who passed the crosswalk.

- ROGER WILL SLOWLY. Holy shit! - Called Freddie.

About ten minutes later I park the car in front of the mansion and Plant derrubo a marble statue right in front of his house. FUCK.

Out of the car with hatred, too much anger. Freddie with me.

Freddie presses the bell and the employee opens the front door. I walk into the living room like a lunatic. Plant was crying. I punched in the face four times and he falls to the ground.

- We will never be friends. You ended my life. It destroyed my relationship with Yasmin. I'm sure when she hates you. - I say.

He looks at me and says:

- She hates us. She was here just now and said he hates Samara, me, you, everyone. I said as much you are great musicians, rock stars, but we are hollow inside. And he wished us much unhappiness in our lives. SHE HATES US! If you did all of this is because I love Yasmin, but what we have in common Roger is that besides loving the same woman she hates us intensely.

I'm stunned.

- If you do not believe me, look it in the magazine. Surely she will say in your face all that spoke to me. - Plant said.

- Roger, let's go. - I said Freddie worried pulling me.

- I hate you Plant. I HATE YOU! As Samara will process it for moral damages.

Get out of Plant house quickly and get in the car and cry like a child.

Freddie calms me.

- If she hates me so much as Plant said my life is over.

After a while I turn the car and let's go.

I arrive home with the boys and I will take a shower and sleep. I do not want to eat. I want me to Yasmin. Just her. Nothing else.

Yasmin POV.

The next day I will work normally and my boss plays twenty copies of papers on my desk.

- Everyone talks about you, Roger, and Samara Plant. They speak of their innocence and the injustice committed against the press you.

- Let the hypocrites do their work, because I've done mine. - Smiles Machiavellian.

- What did you do Yasmin? - I asked my boss.

- Since I have carte blanche in the magazine, I gave the boy Office at the time I got an article I wrote last night about everything that is happening. There is that time is already in the press. This article is not the traditional I write. This is a personal article about my life. Tomorrow will be available in all UK newsagents.

- And what you wrote? - Said my boss.

- You'll know tomorrow, but is quiet which I assume the consequences of my words, the magazine has nothing to do with it.

- Daughter, your heart is with much rancor. This feeling is self-destructive.

- I'm already destroyed long ago. I have nothing more to lose. - I said coldly.

My boss looked at me sadly and walked out of my room. I continue to work normally.

POV Brian.

It has been a very tumultuous week at all. Samara no longer works for us. Also after all she got ready to Roger the minimum is being fired it, but it will be processed and with good reason.

The boys and I are going to lunch now. We are in the record company cafeteria, waiting for our meal to be ready. Vick connects several times for Rolling Stone wanting to talk to Yasmin, but it simply does not answer.

- I do not know what to do. - He said Vick sitting in the chair beside me.

- She hates me as Robert said. - Said Roger defeated.

He is wearing sunglasses, because of their dark circles back and her eyes red from crying.

We had lunch usually. After we finished lunch, comes into our room Crystal Roger's personal assistant and plays at our table an article by Yasmin in Rolling Stone magazine.

On the cover of the article there is a photo of Yasmin as a child and she is dressed in enchanted fairy. The cover headline is written: The anti-heroine.

Roger takes the article in hand and opens and starts flipping through the pages. There are only pictures of Yasmin from baby, a picture of her when she was around seven years old and still lived in São Paulo, Yasmin photos in Truro, in childhood and adolescence, pictures of her in college graduation in London, is in about twenty more photos and article writing.

Roger looks longingly at the photos of your loved one. He hands me the article and says:

- Bri, please read the article, please. Read loud for all to hear.

I picked up the paper and start reading:

''Hello. I'll introduce myself for the umpteenth time in recent years. I am Yasmin Perez Silveira, Brazilian, journalist from Rolling Stone, I'm Mickey Mouse fan, Snoopy, Tinkerbell, Peter Pan, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, football, love to sing, I'm rocker and Beatlemaniaca. The Beatles are the greatest band that existed in the world and there will be no equal. I'm a fan too of Pink Floyd, Aerosmith, Elvis Presley and other two bands that are at the peak. I want to make clear that I'm a fan of SONGS these two bands because the members I can not say the same. I was born in sao paulo. I'm almost twenty-eight and about ten years I moved to Truro in the English countryside with my parents. We came to the UK for my father's work reasons. I am an only child, but I always wanted to have a brother or sister. My childhood and adolescence were healthy and happy in Truro. At eighteen I came to London to study journalism at the University of London alongside some former friends and ex - boyfriend who chose other careers. The hectic life in London was a bit difficult at first, then got used to with her. I always liked studying and dedicated myself most of the time the college, the Spanish course that made the stages in small newspapers. I graduated from college with honors, did Master and Doctorate of the profession that is my life. As a child dreamed of being a great journalist. My life was a perfect fairy tale, after all I had a beautiful ex - boyfriend / boyfriend, ex - friends who showed always be beside me, who loved me. They were part of my childhood and adolescence.

But this year the doll house I built in my imagination collapsed. The fairy tale has ceased to exist. ALL NOT PASSED FOR A DREAM, BUT I FINALLY WOKE UP IN TIME.

I was unjustly accused of betraying my ex - boyfriend with another rock star who always proved to be my friend and who is also a false tremendous. Both Rock Star with the letter '' R '' early in my name were present and my life. But now I freed myself. I freed me from all. I am free to fly. Always I told people around me that I did not remember what had happened that something was not normal, but they did not care about my suffering. They were just beside the man betrayed, both those close as the press. As the woman is wronged in society without having the right to defend itself often. Enunciate the importance of women's role in the home, in society and yet we are often underserved. Perhaps we are descendants of Eve, after the first woman urged her husband Adam to eat the forbidden fruit, since the human being began to suffer too. Before crucifying the poor Eve understand that Adam took the apple why he wanted and today we do not live in the Garden of Eden it is because it was the fault of the two. And to this day the woman is wronged, suffers machismo by a hypocrite and petty society. I feel so wronged at all points. The people close to me, even by my parents who did not stay a moment beside me. I feel wronged by the press, I have crucified both, they threw stones at me, condemned me to death and I am now a '' hero '' of the nation for having done my journalistic work and common citizens seeking justice against corruption. Twice suffered death threats, a friend of mine for a little could have been hit by a bullet seriously. My life was turned upside down.

To my surprise this week was working normally when the Office-boy magazine hands me a large paper that contained a tape, a letter and photos that you already know what it is. Who sent me the material was an ex - childhood friend of me and Roger. It was during that whole time beside him. I thank her for the material sent to other media, after all justice must be done and I also believe that remorse accompanies now until the time she goes to sleep.

I want to make clear that the past week's events nothing will change my life. I continue in journalism, always taking the truth matter who gets hurt, but now I declare war hypocrisy there is in society. I do not want fawning press. I do not need it to survive. I pay my bills with my salary, not flattery anyone.

I do not want to be known as the journalist 'Heroine'. For me hero and true heroine is who gets up at five in the morning every day to work, to take buses, subways, working from sun up to sun, rain rain to support the home support to the children and still has not deserved recognition for this hypocritical society. Unfortunately what counts nowadays it is the petty values, the futility, having money and fame. I do not want to be the '' hero '' of society. I'm anti-heroine. I do not heroics in my day to day, but at least respect for others, do not judge the next without hearing the various versions, I am a person who hates peddling, I'm a real person. I do not hide behind masks. I am what I am, period. I try to be as fair as possible. And that's the way it will go forward without the people who hurt me or simply deleted me from their lives in the last seven months. At least now everyone knows how I've always been fair and that does not betray anyone.

I also want to make clear that sued for damages three people who simply tarnished my image. I do not need to name. Or will I need? Do you still do not realize who I go sue?

Finally I want to leave a message: Yasmin who believed in fairy tales grew and really now has become a woman.

I finish reading the article extremely upset.

- I guessed it already. - Vick said with tears in her eyes.

- One of the people she will sue me. - Said Roger devastated. - I said horrible things to Yasmin. I have spoken evil, the difamei.

Roger kicks the nervous chair, kick the wall, gives punch the wall. He's pouring all his anger.

- MY LIFE WITHOUT YASMIN HAS NO SENSE. DO NOT BE THE BAND I NO LONGER BE MORE LIVE. AM DYING TO FEW, I am SICK. - Roger screams.

At this point Roger begins to feel ill. He falls placing his hand on his head.

- Roger? Roger My brother, what are you feeling? ROGER? - I scream.

Roger took to the hospital. Once there are made several tests. He is hospitalized for observation. After four hours doctor Victor appears and says:

- Roger again had profound anemia. Lack iron in your body and this time is more critical to his situation. If he does not take care of the profound anemia can be transformed into a ...

- No need to say the name of the disease, doctor. - Said Freddie tired. - Roger has not fed right seven months ago.

- It's good he begin to feed again. I pass a vitamin and iron pills he takes daily and also decrease the little cigarette. The level of nicotine in their blood is very high. He's a young guy should take care of health.

- I'll take care of him, Doctor. - Said Victoria.

POV Roger.

What the fuck. All that remained was this. I was sick again. pernicious anemia. It's been a week and I have taken every day medications that the doctor prescribed and Vick has dragged me to the house for the girls every night I dine with them. We are in the month of August. Clare and Vick has controlled my diet now. I miss even the Yasmin food, its seasoning. I'm depressed.

Vick calls Yasmin every day in Rolling Stone magazine. But she is adamant. You do not want to talk to anyone. We do not know where she is living. Until today. She agreed to talk to Victoria, with all of us after we insist so much.

Eight of the night. All are gathered in the house girls. We are waiting for her. The doorbell rings. Vick opens the door. There are two police officers with her. She's only escorted now. No wonder, tried to kill her twice. If she had died my life would also come to an end.

She asked the police to wait outside the residence.

It goes without greeting anyone and is near the door with his arms crossed looking at us with disgust.

- Yasmin ... - begins Vick. - We're all here to ask for your forgiveness. We act wrongly you. As all the evidence hinted that you were betrayed Roger, we were cruel to you. I did not hear it, ignore it.

- We were cowards Yasmin. - Freddie said. - I feel terrible remorse. We were such good friends and you always by my side and I reciprocates the worst way.

Yasmin was quiet, watching. There was not a trace of tears in her beautiful eyes. Our friends were crying. I was crying but her.

- Forgive us, please Yasmin? - Brian asked.

She begins to clap and says:

- You are hypocrites equal the press, society in general know? When I was in the shit, being accused on all sides of you were just next to Roger Taylor. When he said he did not know how he had been naked and come to bed Plant I did not know anything. Now I want my forgiveness? The last seven months have been hell for me. Even my parents turned their backs on me. I do not want anything from you. There remained absolutely nothing. I was wrong all these years with you.

- Yasmin, for God's sake put yourself in the place of Roger in our place. - Clare said.

- If Roger had done this to me, I might even investigate whether there was something wrong and continue to befriend you, much as you continue friends of Roger. Act differently. You are a disappointment. I want to delete them from my life. Deletes them. - She said coldly.

- Yasmine, my princess. - I said and before continuing to speak she interrupted me and shouted:

- FOR YOU AM YASMIN PEREZ SILVEIRA, OK ROGER TAYLOR? AND THERE'S MORE PRINCESS. I DO NOT BELIEVE IN FAIRY TALES. PRINCESS THE FUCKING.

I start to cry more with his words.

- Did you enjoy FINE THE SEVEN MONTHS WITHOUT ME NOT? - She laughed sarcastically. - STAYED WITH STRIPPERS HUNDREDS IN TOUR, IA PRACTICALLY THE MOTEL ALL NIGHTS, MADE SEX WITH SLUT SAMARA SEVERAL TIMES.

- IF IT WAS MADE FOR YOU FORGET. I THOUGHT YOU HAD ME BETRAYED. - I cry crying.

- And forget Roger? - She smiled mischievously. - I know you keep in your heart. - She sneered. - This fucking love between couples does not exist. It's all pretense. Love just hurts. I never forgive you Roger. And it gives me more disgusted to know that you slept with the woman who most hate, even not being his bride. I do not forgive you, do not forgive anyone here. Until next year will not be more in London. I'll be away from all of you. It will be a complete freedom in my life.

- Yasmin ... - I cry groveling at his feet. - Forgive me.

- Forget that I exist. OK? - She looks at me with contempt. - I hate you Roger. As hate Plant, all of you. And get ready: I ​​will sue him for damages, for everything you did to me. Farewell Roger.

She leaves home and everyone is stunned by what happened.

- YASMIN! YASMIN! BACK TO ME. - I cry to uncontrolled crying ground and the guys help me get up.

P.S: Yasmin is feeling hate and love at the same time. We'll see how long she will deny herself she can live without Roger.