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trange language, something I don't fully understand. For me, things have always happened out of obligation. Marriage was a requireme

ld be forced to share the rest of my life, by a contract that made no sense to me. When I saw her for the first time, it was like seeing someone very far away from me.

The only figure who tried to give me some kind of affection was my nanny, who looked after me when I was little. But that didn't compare to what other children might have had

. I had no choice. The contract was signed, and my only alternative was to move on, without revolt, without resentment. But deep down, I didn't expect a

ce me to give anything I didn't want. I respected that. She accepted her position. But over time, something subtle began to happen. Something I didn't know how to

r, she said something that I've never forgotten: "Felipe, I don't know if eit

a became a constant presence in my life. Not a presence of affection, but a comfortable presence that didn't disturb me. And somehow, this comfort was transformed into something more. But I couldn't name tha

know what to call it. I didn't know what to do with it, or how to deal with the fact that, even without love, sh

fferent. And, in the end, perhaps that's exactly what made me lose control. I wasn't prepared to deal with th

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all, it's my company, and as I always say, it's the owner's eye that fattens the beast. The people who work with me already knew: if they were

wn number on the display made me hesitate for a moment. I didn't like anonymous messa

u checked your wife's p

st her?". I did. I trusted her completely. But that strange number made something inside me start to twist, that d

if something was pushing me to do it. I never imagined that she could betray me. I n

le. The same cell phone that, until that moment, I never thought I would touch. I never though

hat's when I saw it. The words started jumping into my eyes, like sharp knives digging deep into my

hat about that kiss yesterday? Wh

t's arrange another day, but not too s

rth, trying to process what I had just seen. I couldn't believe it.

thinking of nothing. I couldn't believe what was happening. The anger was blinding me. I got to the