Nicolás," Alejandro said, his voice low and dangerous. "How could you do this to me?
You can’t breathe. Your heart is racing, but your lungs refuse to work. You can only watch as Isabel storms out, slamming the door behind her. Nicolás looks at you, guilt written all over his face. Alejandro stands still, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turn white. The silence in the room is deafening.
You could hear the silence after Alejandro's words. It was deafening. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, each beat feeling like a hammer hitting your ribs. Your husband was standing a few feet away from you, his head hung low, his eyes fixed on the floor. He didn't dare look at you. He knew he had destroyed everything with his actions.
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