Forbidden

I came home from practice with the images still burning in my head: Adrián’s shoulders, Gonzalo’s eyes, and the heat of the gym I couldn’t shake.

When he offered to drive me to the supermarket in his car, I thought I was saving my husband time. It was the last time I thought about him that night.

I spent months avoiding him. Valentina dragged me into her pickup with no escape. He was in the driver’s seat, serious, not looking at me.

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 was nineteen and had spent weeks deliberately provoking him. I don’t regret a thing.

We had been trying to have a child for two years without success. When the doctor confirmed what I suspected, I made a decision I still struggle to explain.

They had promised it would never happen again. But when Marcos crossed the room and their eyes met, the promise lasted exactly three seconds.

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.

When my husband was home sick that day, Rodrigo showed up alone very early. What began with challenges and uncomfortable questions ended in a way I never expected.

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 had my suitcases in the hall and the taxi booked for six. Then the doorbell rang, and I found him on the other side with his phone in his hand.

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

I looked in the mirror and knew something had changed. He was still sleeping on the other side of the hallway, and I had spent ten minutes unable to look away from his door.

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 left before dawn with my body ready and one thought in mind: reaching the other side of the highway after giving myself to every driver willing to stop.

When Dimitri called me over to watch my mother service him on her knees, something in me broke forever. Or maybe it was born.

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.

When Laura read my message, she canceled all her plans. I didn’t need to say much more: two words were enough to set everything between us on fire.

When Diego walked into the living room and saw my grandmother in that red dress, I knew I’d made the right decision. She looked at him the way she had looked at me.