The same man who had told me he was on a business trip out of town. The same coat he was wearing was the one I had picked out for him.
And right there, under the glowing hotel lights, he pulled Talia into his arms.
They kissed—openly, passionately, as if the world around them didn't exist.
I froze behind the wheel.
Every part of me refused to believe it. But no matter how much I denied it, the truth unfolded right before my eyes.
The mysterious account on WhatsApp—the voice I'd heard—it really was Iñigo.
My hands trembled as I cut the engine. I hid in the shadows, like a thief spying on someone else's happiness.
He gently wrapped Talia's coat around her shoulders. "Are you cold?"
She smiled sweetly. "Not when I'm with you!"
He pinched her cheek, teasing. "How did you explain sneaking out to my wife?"
His tone was full of amusement. "She's so clingy with you, I can't imagine she let you leave easily!"
My heart twisted painfully. It was hard to breathe.
Talia smirked. "I just had to throw a little tantrum!"