A week. Seven torturous days have passed since I caught that treacherous scent in our bedroom. Suspicion had become a constant companion, a shadow clinging to every thought. I decided then to organize a gathering here, at our house, under the guise of bringing our closest friends together. A celebration of life, of friendship, or at least that's what it would be for everyone else. The house was filled with laughter, soft...

The invitation to María's party had arrived that morning, an unexpected proposal for an evening at her house that same night. The prospect of a gathering with friends, wine, and laughter seemed the perfect antidote to the week's stress. As Ana got ready, I watched her with a mix of love and desire; each movement of her body a silent invitation to a world of intimacy that only we shared. Ana, with her natural elegance, cho...

My name is Ana, and today stretches out before me like a blank canvas about to be painted with strokes of guilt and desire. The office clock shows five in the afternoon, but I know I won't be here late. With a voice I try to keep neutral, I tell my husband over the phone, "Honey, I have to stay a little longer today; there's a lot of work pending." My heart beats with a mix of adrenaline and regret, but the decision is al...

From the moment María walked out the door, my mind was no longer in the present but in the future I longed for with every fiber of my being. Sitting in the study, I picked up my phone and began to type a message to Ana. "Ana, the afternoon feels empty without the promise of seeing you. Could you fill it with your presence? I'll be waiting." The wait for her response was torture, each second stretching into eternity. Final...