ra slowly stood up from the bed, the room seemed to shrink even more, more claustrophobic. The words that had been suspended in the air were

be a mix of regret and fear, as if her own reflection were that of a stranger. But no matter how hard Ana tried to analyze her, nothing could cal

e searching for the right way to express herself, to find something that could undo the irreversible

s that even surprised her. Her heart raced, and anger pushed her to keep her distanc

y of betrayal. With a sigh, Clara took a step toward Ana, but instead of drawing closer, it triggered the opposite reaction. Ana instinctively stepped back, one step

n. "Sorry? I regret it? I know, I did wrong. But please, understand, it wasn't

ge of Javier and Clara intertwined in bed remained alive in her mind, and hearing Clara's justifications on

more. She didn't want to hear another excuse, no attempt to redeem what coul

n before. At that moment, Clara was no longer the woman she had shared laughter, confidences, and memories with. Now, she see

whelmed her. Ana watched her in silence, between rage and confusion. Every part of her being wanted to feel compassion for the woman who had been her friend, but the suffering

e an avalanche of pain. It was a pain she couldn't process, a sense of tearing that wouldn't let her breathe. How ha

hrough the air between them. It was the sadness of someone who no long

to reach Ana with sincerity that, in that moment, seemed useless. "But he manipulated

'm sorry" could erase the image of her, naked in Javier's bed, betraying the friendship they had shared for years? No, Ana could no longe

ng at a Clara who, no matter how broken she had seemed in that moment, no longer had a place in he

othing she could say that would change the reality of what Ana had lived. Words couldn't repair the damage, they couldn't erase the pain of the betrayal. After a long silence, Clar

g in her chest, but now there was a cold clarity inside her. She was no longer the same person who had entered that room.

But in that silence, in that solitude, she began to understand something fundamental: she could no longer live in a world of lies, she could no longer hold on to something

Although the path ahead would be long and painful, Ana knew she had to walk it, for herself. Betrayal had taken much from her, but there