Cheating

Her husband sent reminders, never messages for her. The night watchman looked at her as if she were real. One night was enough to change everything.

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.

The first time I saw him at that dinner, I knew that man was unlike the others. Months later, I was the one asking him for more.

Diego sent me affectionate messages while I was, inside that jacuzzi, feeling Sergio’s hands on my waist and pushing my ass back against him.

When the weight of his body sank the mattress behind my back, I knew it wasn’t my boyfriend. And I knew I wasn’t going to do anything to stop him.

I’d spent months ignoring his looks in the mirror. That night I was left alone in the rain, and he was the only one who showed up.

I stopped halfway up the stairs. The door was open, and what I saw left me speechless: my wife, on her knees, between my sister’s legs.

We were left alone in the hotel under the excuse of choosing shoes. When I knelt to put them on her, everything changed. It shouldn’t have happened, but neither of us stopped it.

I let my sandal fall without anyone seeing. My foot found his leg under the table, and when I touched him, I knew there was no going back.

It took me two seconds to recognize him on the other side of the bar. He was wearing a tight skirt and fishnets, and letting a stranger touch him.

I had to sleep on the floor of my own room. My sister and her husband were in the bed. We’d been waiting for the moment for months. That night was the moment.

Marcos said it without beating around the bush in that café: he wanted to leave everything and be with Valeria. What happened last night was too real to pretend it didn’t.

The door to his office was ajar. What I saw when I peeked in did not make me jealous. It made me want something I hadn't expected.

Everyone was sleeping a few feet away when I leaned against the cold patio wall. That night, my brother-in-law would do something to me no man had managed before.

Rodrigo knew stealing his own son’s wife was unforgivable. But when Valentina first looked him in the eye, he understood there was no turning back.

For months I’d been invisible to my husband. When the technician knocked on the door that afternoon, something in me decided I wasn’t letting the chance pass.

I asked him to meet me outside the clinic as if we were going to have a quiet talk. I didn’t tell him I wouldn’t be alone—or that the sidewalk was perfectly visible from the second floor.

I arrived at the Cancún hotel a day before my sister. Nearly two days alone with her husband: the nudist beach, the lingerie fitting room, the tequila. Something was going to happen.

The last time I saw her we were twelve. Now she was dancing pressed against me in a red skirt and with a look that wasn’t a cousin’s.

I dialed his number with trembling hands. Three rings. When he answered, I knew there was no turning back, even if I hung up before speaking.