You smiled softly.
“Black it is.”
That night, you texted Julián.
“The party is Friday.”
He replied one minute later.
“Renata just told me she has to attend alone for work.”
You stared at the screen.
Of course.
The cheaters were planning to stand in the same room, surrounded by their spouses and colleagues, pretending the world did not know.
Then Julián sent another message.
“Maybe we should attend together.”
Your heart stopped for a second.
You read it again.
It was reckless.
It was theatrical.
It was dangerous.
And for the first time in months, the idea of entering a room did not make you feel small.
