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We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.

Andrés had spent months searching for a way out and found it where he least should have: in his own wife’s body.

The cell smelled of damp and cheap tobacco, and when his eyes locked on mine I knew the case file was going to end up on the floor.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Every time she accepted one condition, the next one appeared. By the end of the day, neither of them knew exactly what had happened — but both wanted it again.

When Mateo came out of the water in soaked trunks, I knew my wife wouldn’t let that afternoon pass without biting into something that didn’t belong to her.

She had the champagne bucket in one hand and the other pressed against the wood, trying to convince herself she was only listening to make sure everything was in order.

That night I prepared like never before. Camila was coming over with her backpack and her wicked smile, and I knew exactly what I was going to ask her for.

That afternoon I decided I was going to fuck him somehow, even if I had to dress for him and come on to him without a shred of subtlety. What happened next left me shaking.

When his message lit up my phone, I’d been burning with desire for hours. I dressed in lingerie, slipped on heels, and waited. That night, I wasn’t sleeping alone.

I rested my forehead against the bedroom door, trying not to make noise, and then I felt his breath on my neck and knew we weren’t sleeping yet tonight.

They arrested me at four in the morning and I thought everything was lost. I had no idea what my lawyer would do when she came into that cell alone with me.

The hallway was silent, his door ajar. I knew I shouldn’t go in. I went in anyway.