Cheating

That afternoon on the beach, all I wanted was to switch off. When the blonde woman in the bikini came over asking for a light, I knew my plans for solitude had just changed.

I thought it was a secret date with my girlfriend’s cousin. What I didn’t know was that the phone beside the bed was streaming everything live.

I opened the door without making a sound. Three sleeping men in the same room and her in red panties, on the bed, wearing a shirt that wasn’t mine.

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

My friend finished his last drink, looked at me from the armchair, and began to tell me why he had left his wife one June morning without warning.

When I asked my ex for a favor, he thought I wanted sex. What I asked was much worse: help me destroy my best friend’s marriage.

I stormed out, my face covered in tears and my heart burning. I never thought a stranger in a cabin could teach me so much in a single afternoon.

I watched her get out of the car to brush crumbs from her skirt, and without knowing it, I knew at that instant we still had many kilometers left and very few excuses.

When she pointed me out in the sea of people, I knew that night was going to break something I’d spent years trying to keep intact.

He had gone weeks without news of her since discovering what had happened between his stepmother and him. When he came through the door, he carried a suitcase and an unreadable expression.

My boyfriend used to call the electrician who fixed the wiring “Mustache.” That afternoon, when everyone left, I was the one who asked him for forgiveness in the living room.

It was seven in the morning, I’d just broken up with my girlfriend by text, and my neighbor was still face down in my bed. I wasn’t about to waste the morning.

When I looked up from the sofa, Bruno and Damián were standing in front of me with their cocks out. I didn’t make it to the door.

Mateo nodded toward me and went upstairs. I followed without thinking, knowing his girlfriend was my best friend and that nothing could stop us anymore.

I arrived at the concert expecting him to take me to bed. It never crossed my mind that it would be his girlfriend who would drag me into the bathroom after the third song.

When she approached with a cigarette in hand and tattoos gleaming in the sun, I knew I’d answer her messages even with my husband sleeping beside me.

When I saw them come out of the elevator together, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different from all the others I’d had with him.

When she got out of the car to meet another man, I knew that night would no longer belong only to me. I didn’t expect her to ask me to pay for the room from my phone.

It was after one when he knocked on my door. He lived two blocks away, with his boyfriend, and swore it would only be a quick blowjob. Neither of us kept the promise.

When Sofía walked into the living room and found the loan shark tied up and her husband holding a shotgun, she knew her lie had reached its end.