Voyeur

She took off her underwear at the lookout, with the couple down on the beach in the distance. Then she proposed the most exciting bet of his life.

The first time I was fifteen. I got home early and found the two of them in the bedroom. Sandra face down on the bed, Mom massaging her back. They were both laughing softly.

Valentina showed up in the red dress and smiled when she saw the blackjack tables. That night was the highest bet in her husband’s private casino.

There were five of us in the apartment, it was cold, and someone put on the wrong disc. That afternoon I learned that stupid bets are sometimes the best ones to lose.

Sebastián brought men over for me to play with. The game had always been mine—until Diego walked in with that calm that never promises anything good.

He went to the river to fish and found something unexpected among the bushes: his neighbor and a stranger. He did not move or speak. He only watched.

At eleven-thirty I went down to the laundry room with an excuse. She was turned away, and didn’t turn when she heard me come in. That changed everything.

It was five-thirty when I heard her voice on the other side of the door. What I heard next left me frozen in the hallway for ten minutes.

I was about to get to the motel when his phone rang. He went white. I stayed burning hot, in my coat and stockings, twenty minutes from home.

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

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 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.

Rodrigo had arranged everything in secret: the suite, the candles, Marcos waiting on the sofa. He only asked if I was ready before opening the door.

I subscribed without thinking. It was her face, her body, her voice. And I, her father, couldn’t look away from the screen.

Two days after arriving in the capital, I discovered that from my window I could see a terrace where three people practiced something no one was meant to witness.

His breathing grew more ragged on the other side of the wall. I tried to ignore it. Then I heard my name in his mouth and everything changed.

When I realized she had seen everything, the first thing I felt wasn’t shame but something much harder to control.

She thought she was alone. She raised her phone, framed her body from below, and waited for the timer. I didn’t look away for a second.

I put on the tightest pants I owned and wore nothing underneath. What happened next was a secret only I knew while I was at work.