her presence, clumsily tried to dress themselves, a clumsiness that reflected more the shame of their actions than the logic of the situation. Javier, with the wrinkled shirt in

ift her head, unable to face th

, could have crumbled in such a short time. The memories of happy moments shared, promises, love, laughter, and complicities, all of that now seemed so distant. The image of the two in bed, naked and

ied to take a step toward her, but the gesture only caused Ana to instinctively raise a hand to stop him. It was as if she no longer knew him, as if she were facing a stranger, not the man with whom she had shared so much, the man who had promi

erything. But Ana couldn't hear him. She didn't want to hear any more empty promises or explanations. It didn't matter what he said; nothing c

d, and although she felt like her heart was in pieces, something inside her told her not to be swayed by compassion,

g for a way out, a way for words to fix what

n by tension and guilt, but the sentence hung in th

n her. She was fighting against the pain, against the anguish, against the feeling of emptiness t

on was unmistakable. "Do you really love me? Or

t had just opened between them. In that moment, Javier was no longer the man Ana had loved. Now, he represented everything that had been a lie. His love, his prom

floor, as if words couldn't leave her mouth. Ana then looked at her, and the pain doubled as she saw the guilt reflected in Clara

she were trying to find a way to soften something that couldn't be soft

had done? Was that what Clara was saying? No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be that the person she trusted most, her friend, had fallen for t

iting, like a wake-up call that cut through the room. "And

her betrayal. Ana felt a stab in her heart, but it wasn't just pain. It was something much deeper, something she couldn't describe. She felt as though she were being watched from the outside, as if everything hap

y lies and betrayals. She needed to get away from it all, she needed to escape, even for a moment, just to breathe. But she could

longer, she said softly, almost as

alone. Bot

f she felt pity for them or for herself. She just knew she couldn't stand being in that room anymore, trapped between confusion and rage. She needed

room, gently closing the door behind her. But in her heart, the echo