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Martín listened in silence while I told him what had happened with my mother’s husband. That night I didn’t sleep, thinking about doing it.

I had access to every screen in the place and never should have looked. But when I saw what they did with my photos, something in me lit up.

Romina walked into that party with a confidence few women have. The next day, when she took me to pick up her daughter, I realized the night before had only been the beginning.

He was my best friend’s boyfriend: hot, shy, religious. Too perfect for me not to do something about it.

I was fifteen when I caught them the first time. Now, at twenty-two, I can’t look at those memories the same way.

When I saw them on the roof terrace, everything changed. My cousin was looking at me from the dark and asked me something I hadn’t expected to hear that night.

I’d been telling him no for months. When I saw that phone in the display case, I knew exactly what I could offer him in exchange for it.

He was the protective father, the faithful husband, the kind of man who rejected anything outside the norm. Until that night at the country house.

When he hugged me from behind and I felt his body against mine, we both knew it had a name no one dared to say aloud.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

Nadia arrived that morning with a bag of soft drinks and very short jeans. We hadn’t been alone together in years. I didn’t know that was about to change.

I wasn’t sleepy. He came up behind me, kissed my neck, and put his hands where I couldn’t allow myself to moan. The bedroom door was still closed.

When that twenty-year-old boy appeared in my doorway for the second time, hands trembling and voice breaking, I knew the night was about to change.

I’d been tossing and turning in bed for two hours. I knew he was sleeping three doors down, and that night, for the first time, I couldn’t pretend.

Under the shower, her fingers finished what he had started in that room. And she knew three days would not be enough.

I woke up in his room with no memory of how I got there. He was in the kitchen, half-naked and calm, like everything was perfectly normal.

Rodrigo told me there would be six. I stood up and left. Nine days later I called him back to say I’d thought about it and yes.

When she shouted my name in the parking lot so everyone could hear, I knew the whole week of office tension was about to explode.

The villa was perfect for an affair: four bedrooms, husbands fishing offshore, and two men due at seven. Until the gate rang at six.

I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.