And yet I felt no satisfaction, only a faint bitterness for a love that no longer existed. That encounter barely left a mark on me and quickly faded. I was no longer the weak woman of the past. My priorities were clear: my work, my daughter, and the man waiting for me at home. A few weeks later, the project was a success. To celebrate, the client threw a big party in an exclusive venue and invited the entire team. I knew Miguel would be there and didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t miss such an important event.
Julian knew and promised to pick me up afterward. As expected, Miguel was at the party. He looked even worse. He was alone in a corner, drinking glass after glass of whiskey. Chloe didn’t show up all night. She kept looking at me with a desperate expression. I completely ignored her. When the party ended, I went out to the lobby to wait for Julian. Suddenly, Miguel appeared, staggering behind me. He was completely drunk. “Sara, wait,” he mumbled, grabbing my arm. “You’re drunk.”
“Go home,” I said, trying to pull away. “I’m not drunk,” he shouted, squeezing tighter. “I have to tell you something, a huge secret. You have to hear it.” His behavior was making me increasingly uncomfortable. Just then, Julián’s Mercedes pulled up in front of the entrance. He got out of the car, and when he saw the scene, his expression hardened. He quickly approached, removed Miguel’s hand from my arm, and shielded me by placing me behind him. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low and menacing.
Miguel tensed up, but the alcohol made him reckless. He let out a wild laugh. “Look who’s here. The perfect hero. Great, I can tell them both. He’s really something.” He leaned forward and shouted something that froze me in my tracks. “The baby Chloe’s expecting isn’t mine.” My whole body went rigid. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice trembling. “I’ve been tricked again!” Miguel shouted back with a laugh.
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