When he was on a business trip out of town and heard there was a thunderstorm where I lived, he drove through the night just to tell me, "Don't be afraid."
And as soon as the rain stopped, he turned around and went back.
Each memory, once so precious, now became a blade. The very proof of his love was now the evidence of his betrayal—cutting deep, leaving me raw and bleeding inside.
I watched from my car as Iñigo held Talia close, walking with her into the hotel.
The pain was so sharp it stole my breath. Tears streamed down my face before I even realized I was crying.
In a panic, I grabbed my phone.
Just as he was about to enter the revolving doors, I dialed his number.
He stood outside while I sat in my car, only a few meters away.
Talia's face darkened when she saw my name flashing on his screen.
But he only smiled at her and said gently, "I'll take this call."
She tried to stop him, reaching for his phone, but he lifted his arm, keeping it out of reach.
"I told you," he said coldly, "I'll never ignore Elaine's call."
His tone turned hard, a sharp contrast to his earlier charm. "Talia, we had an agreement."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.