I was so engulfed in my pain that I didn’t see anything. I didn’t question anything. I just wanted to feel that someone loved me. I wanted to believe that someone really wanted me.
And he knew it.
He knew I was vulnerable. That I needed someone. That my 30th birthday was just four months away when we met.
Everything had been calculated.
Romantic dates. Sweet words. Promises for the future. Everything was false. It was all part of a plan.
And I was naïve enough to believe it.
Sitting in that hotel room, with him sleeping a few feet away, something broke inside me. But it was no longer pain.
The third message has arrived. Longer.
“Your father was suspicious of your husband. He had him investigated. He discovered that he was already married to another woman.
The one you saw tonight. But Damián convinced your father that he was going to get a divorce. He lied to her.
He told her that he really loved you. Your father wanted to believe it. He wanted to see you happy. So he changed his will to protect you. So that you are not alone. »
I covered my mouth with my hand. Tears flowed again, but this time it was rage.