Couple

Marisol sat on the armchair in her robe. She had just filmed her revenge with the man her husband despised most, and there was no turning back.

They had been going to nude beaches for ten years without anything ever happening. That afternoon a man sat down in front of them and she did what her husband had spent years not daring to imagine.

She climbed the stairs knowing that, once she crossed that door, the naive woman she had been until then would cease to exist forever.

I came to therapy in pieces. The only way to understand how I lost him was to go back to that night when I was completely his, not knowing it would be the last.

It started with a threat over a false rumor. It ended with her husband on his knees in the sand, begging me to fulfill the desire he never dared confess.

The night she threw me out, I dreamed of my own corpse rotting in an empty workshop. I woke up soaked in tears, with her asleep a handspan from my skin.

We booked the hotel to rest, but what I had in my backpack had other plans for that cold, rainy night.

I thought I knew him after three years together, until that night he set his glass on the table and told me he had a fantasy he didn’t dare confess.

When the doctor told me I’d never have children, I thought I’d lost everything. I never imagined the answer would be sitting across from me, toasting as if nothing were wrong.

For weeks I’d been hearing my friends tell me I needed to let go. That Saturday, after the second glass of wine, I decided I’d be the one setting the pace.

I never knew my grandfather, but his final will tied me to a woman I didn’t expect and to a house where everything ended up changing.

I woke to the smell of coffee and knew those two days locked inside with her, while it rained outside, would stay etched in me forever.

On the outside I was the perfect girlfriend, the one who turns off the light and moans softly. That morning I came home fired up from the dance floor and decided I was done pretending.

I stopped to fix a bike chain and went on to my office not knowing that stranger would cost me my job... and give me far more than a bad day.

I looked toward the window opposite and understood that night, among parked trucks, nobody was going to draw the curtains.

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

Damián arrived every Friday with wine and the smile of an exemplary husband. Tomás slept happily on the other side of the wall, unaware those noises were the only truth they had left.

That morning I only wanted a quiet shower. I had no idea someone would come in behind me, or that on the other side of the door there was a witness who wasn’t going anywhere.

I never thought I’d be capable of something like this, but the bank ultimatum was on the table and I could only think of one way out neither of us would forget.

While the guests toasted in the hall, she tied an apron over her white dress and plunged her hands into soapy water. Her way of saying: I’m yours.