My mind went completely blank. I couldn’t think straight. “You must be very confused,” Julian said with an eerie calmness. “It’s raining too hard. You can’t stay out here with the baby. Please get in the car. I’ll explain everything. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” I looked at Lily in my arms. She was trembling. Her little lips were starting to turn blue. I couldn’t leave her in the rain any longer. I looked Julian in the eye and saw no deception. In my situation, what more did I have to lose?
I had no way out; I had no choice but to trust. I nodded, burdened by a mixture of confusion and doubt. I climbed into his warm car. The car rolled smoothly down the street, separating us from the cold, noisy world outside. Inside, it was warm and quiet. Julián carefully adjusted the heater and gave me a soft towel to dry Lili. Exhausted, she quickly fell asleep against my chest. Watching her sleep, an infinite sadness welled up inside me. Please, listen.
“Now I’ll tell you everything,” Julián began in a firm voice, trying not to upset me further. “Remember your honeymoon in Mai two years ago?” My memories rushed back to that fateful night. I only remembered it in blurry fragments. I nodded slowly, trying to piece them together. “That night your ex-husband Miguel got you quite drunk, didn’t he?” Julián asked. I nodded again. I remembered a cocktail that had a strange taste. Then my head started spinning. Miguel told me something urgent had come up and he had to step out for a moment, suggesting I go back to the suite to rest.
I believed him, as I always had. After you returned to the room, Miguel wasn’t with you, Julián continued, each word landing like a hammer blow on my head. He went to meet someone else. Her name is Chloe, his ex-girlfriend and his first love. Chloe, a name Miguel had mentioned before, always downplaying it, as if she were just an old college friend. I never suspected a thing, Julián sighed, watching the rain pound against the windshield. Chloe is a very ambitious and manipulative woman.
She couldn’t accept that our relationship was over, and she also couldn’t bear the thought of Miguel, who used to follow her around like a puppy, marrying you. That night, she put a plan into action. She arranged to meet Miguel and at the same time called me, saying she had something important to tell me. She set a trap for both of us. My heart began to pound uncontrollably. A sinister plan was slowly unfolding. She got me drunk, just like Miguel had done to you. Then she gave me your hotel room number, lying and saying it was hers.
I was so intoxicated, so out of it, that I walked into the wrong room. My blood ran cold. The scattered fragments of my memory suddenly fell into place. I remembered that night, in a hazy, heavy state, feeling someone enter the room and the warmth of a stranger beside me, but I was so exhausted and drunk that I simply assumed it was Miguel returning. When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed. My clothes were somewhat disheveled, but I was still wearing them.
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