none of that could ease the pain in her chest. Nothing could. Clara was no longer there, but the shadow of her friend's betrayal lingered, floating in

again, as if everything could be solved simply, as if words could restore what had been shattered. But Ana could no longer listen. She had heard enough lies in h

Her throat was closed, choked with pain, but the question kept coming out, as if it wer

s no longer the person she knew, the one who had made her feel safe, the one who had made her dream of a future together. At that moment, what she saw in front of he

to make up for what had no solution. But Ana, with the rage still pulsing through her veins, immediately pulled away.

a boundary that Javier could no longer cross. She didn't want anything more f

aid. It didn't matter if he tried to explain, if he sought justifications, none of that could return what she had lo

ce cracking, seeking to penetrate the wal

him with a cold, a

, empty, as if she were speaking to someone else, someone fore

er step toward her, but Ana backed away, as if his closeness burned her. She couldn't stand his presence, his nearnes

frustration. He didn't want to lose her, he didn't want it all to end. But Ana

compressed in her chest. She was tired of hearing lies. She was tired of seeing how he tried to manipulate the sit

ed. But all she saw was a man who had lied, who had broken her trust. All she saw was the cruel, heartbreaking reality of wh

bt in her voice, no hesitation. She was filled with an inner strength she didn't even fu

her, but Ana no longer looked at him the same way. She no longer saw the man she had loved. All she saw was the traitor who had destroyed everything they

rust had been irreparably broken. She couldn't continue living a lie, she couldn't keep ignoring reality. The relationship they had built no longer existed. And sh

othing left to say, nothing left to do. She had to move on, even if the pain of the breakup crushed her from withi

was already irreversible. The room filled with a heavy emptiness, and Ana knew that, no mat

all act of liberation, but at the same time, the pain pierced her like a sharp needle. The breakup had already happened. And