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Sandra and I found them in the jacuzzi. Pablo was fucking my girl, Lucía, without realizing we had an audience. The night had barely begun.

I went to that party alone, thinking I’d dance for a while and forget. I never expected Diego or what came after to change my night completely.

When he took off his T-shirt in my living room, I recognized the tattoo my wife zoomed in on every night. The anonymous single was there, sweaty and smiling.

When Ataq explained that Inuit hospitality included sharing wives, my wife and I looked at each other in silence. That night, the heat came from somewhere else.

When Roberto pressed against Claudia on the dance floor, I knew that vacation wasn’t going to be what we’d imagined.

We were four forty-year-olds who’d never broken a plate. Raquel said we had to do something we couldn’t tell anyone about.

When I told her to let herself go, I never imagined Valeria would become the most unexpected star of the whole gathering that night.