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He had never seen a man like Lamine, and from the first day he knew he would do anything to get back into his home.

I got into the car thinking about my flight. Three days later, when I got off the plane, he was already waiting with an offer that made me sweat before I even shut the car door.

When Camila put the second tequila in my hand, I knew something was going to break that night. I just didn’t know it would be everything I believed about the two of us.

I went into the booth thinking it was just another routine afternoon. I came out a different woman, with the taste of a kiss that should never have happened.

I came to Madrid to make beds and mop floors. No one warned me I’d also learn to kneel before two women who would decide everything about me.

It was when she asked me to unzip her dress. That was all. Then I locked the door and everything changed.

Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.

My friends were late and he appeared without my calling him. Ten minutes later, we both already knew where we were going to end up.

We’d been living with that fantasy for months. When the candidate never showed, I decided to be the stranger myself. I walked into the café and approached my wife as if I didn’t know her at all.

He sat off to the side, looking at the water with resignation. He was shy, he was a virgin, and he was perfect for what my friend and I had been thinking about all afternoon.

He was the quietest guy in class, wore glasses, and never talked about anything but studying. I had spent weeks thinking about what I’d accidentally seen.

Ten years of widowhood and silence. Until one night I saw light under her door and went closer. What I found on the other side changed everything between us.

When my parents left for the village, my uncle Andrés took off his trunks and asked if I minded. I didn’t mind. Not at all.

After two hours of staring at the ceiling, I decided I wasn’t going to keep waiting. I moved in behind her and started where the process always ends.

That afternoon at home, while we were trying on clothes in the living room, I understood that the look Valeria gave me was anything but innocent.

The commander’s voice froze them both. They’d only been alone in the ship’s infirmary for a few minutes, and the time they had left was no longer enough for anything.

The scene in the series lasted ten seconds. Enough for her to understand everything I’d been unable to tell her for months.