Veil of Vengeance

pull her out of her comfort zone, and then tidied up her room as an automatic act. Her routines were predictable, safe, and in her world, everything aligned with the pea

ign, could have prepared her for

er, a relaxing shower, maybe reading a bit before sleep. When she arrived at the door of her apartment, something strange stopped her. It was ajar. The door had always been locked by Javier, her boyfriend. Over

rnoon, and the muffled sound of the wind passing through the window slats. However, as she moved down the hallway, a sound caught her attention. Soft laughter, hushed

the air, unable to move a muscle. There they were, Javier and Clara, her best friend, naked and entwined in bed. The scene seemed straight out of a nightmare, one Ana could never have

antly paled, her eyes widened, and a mix of panic and shame crossed her face. Ana stood there, paralyzed, watching the scene as the pain washed over her like a wave she couldn't stop. There was no room for explanations,

in. He tried to cover himself, but he couldn't hide the guilt reflected on his face. His v

toward her in an attempt to approach. But Ana stepped b

s that could repair the irreparable. But at that moment, Ana didn't listen. She was trapped in

ere floating outside of herself. She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for a sliver of calm, a breath to think clearly, but nothing could relieve the suffering that gripped her chest. Every b

, and though the tears kept falling, they no longer mattered. Her eyes shone with contained fury, but also with an aching exhaustion. - "How c

she needed to understand. Maybe, somewhere deep inside, she still hoped that the explanation would be something she could process. However, something told her that nothing

riend. Ana felt the betrayal on her skin, in her bones. It was as if the air were thick with poison, a poison that burned her from the i

a hand, not in fear, but with a firmness that even surprised herself. She wasn't going to listen to any more lies, she w

rd, and left the room. She didn't need answers, she didn't need explanations. The pain of the betrayal

silently. But, unlike before, they were no long