Couple

Every Friday he took her home, pretending they were just friends. She knew it. So did he. But neither dared say it aloud.

We posted the ad not knowing what to expect. Two weeks later he rang the bell at ten on the dot, no phone or watch, ready to serve.

When I rolled down the window, Laura had already decided that night would have no limits. The strangers outside the car could tell.

When the candle went out, I thought it was my husband touching me. When the light came back, I realized it had all been planned long before that night.

The candle burned out. The darkness was absolute. And then I felt a hand moving up my thigh that wasn't my husband's. It was only a second, but it changed everything.

We were sitting across from each other in the most discreet corner of the restaurant. No one could have imagined what I was doing with my feet beneath that table.

Lucía took my neck with the same calm as always. That night the destination was different: her lover had just been there, and she didn’t need to say anything else.

We’d been seeing each other on camera for four months. That December night, at last, she was in front of me in the flesh, inside a room that smelled like what was about to happen.

Valentina put on the black dress at midnight. Two strangers rang the doorbell. Marcos knew what was going to happen and, even so, opened the door.

We had talked about it for months, as a fantasy. That night it stopped being fantasy. And sitting in that chair, I couldn’t look away for even a second.

Sergio left and Marcos took me to the pool. There was something in his look that wasn’t for Sofía. It was for me, and I shouldn’t have let it be that way.

Rain beat on the cabin roof and the fireplace burned when I realized Camila hadn’t come to drink wine with us that night.

I tried them on one by one in front of the mirror, with him watching from the other side of the screen. It wasn’t fashion. It was pure control.

Marco was still holding his coffee when she looked him in the eyes and said she needed two men at once. Neither of them expected that morning to change the rules of the game.

Marcos introduced Lucía as his wife in front of the bartender. She was Diego’s wife. No one corrected him. That’s how the night began.

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 kids were sleeping just ten feet away. I couldn’t make a sound. But when his hands slid under my pajamas, I knew we weren’t sleeping anytime soon.