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She said she couldn’t fasten her seat belt. When I leaned over to help, her hand went somewhere else—and everything changed course.

They fought over a shitty pizza. He went into the shower. When the delivery guy rang the bell, she’d already decided to settle the score in the worst way.

The doorbell rang after midnight and I opened it expecting pizza. It was a stranger with a bottle in his hand and the truth about my wife on his lips.

When I offered to shower together to wash off the sweat, I thought it would be an innocent gesture. The way she looked at me from the bathroom door said otherwise.

We were sworn enemies since we were five. No one would ever guess that the girl who made my nose bleed would also be my first woman.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.

She came intending to tell Elena she wouldn’t come back. She rode up in the elevator repeating it to herself. But when Elena crossed the room toward her, everything she had rehearsed came apart.

We had our last free days before the wedding. Naked at home, drinking mate, planning the ceremony, and reminding each other why we’d chosen one another.

I went down to help him wearing what I had on. I hadn’t guessed what would happen when I sat beside him in that room.