So many lies, so many things left unsaid, hidden truths, shattered illusions, all because of one simple betrayal. Finding out the truth broke your soul completely, and at first, you couldn’t even believe it. The way he had betrayed you and the worst part? He had sworn he wasn’t lying. Was there anything more painful than that? In that moment, it felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Your hands trembled with rage before you even realised it, your lungs aching as you screamed at him and threw your phone onto the meeting table with the proof. He was never going to leave his cartel or the drugs—no, he was going to keep doing it behind your back. He had simply lied to keep you by his side, to keep you from leaving him alone.

“You’re a piece of shit,” you yelled, almost unable to hold it in, your voice heavy with anger and disappointment. You wanted to get closer, maybe slap him hard enough to knock some sense into him, but you held yourself back. “You lied to me! This whole time, you lied!”

Daniel couldn’t help the pain in his chest as he saw the tears of betrayal, anger, and heartbreak rolling down your flushed cheeks. In that moment, he truly felt like scum, but he had preferred lying to you rather than telling you the truth and losing the chance to try. He knew the only reason you let him back into your life was because he promised that once he got his revenge, he’d walk away from the cartel for good.

“No, don’t make me feel bad,” he said, stepping closer to cup your face, 1but the slap you gave him made things painfully clear. You were full of rage, and he knew it, but still, he wanted to make you feel okay somehow. “I’ve got all this mess behind me, just listen, this was just a few deals to get money again, you know this left me with nothing.”

Another lie. He couldn’t stop lying, even if his life depended on it, because if you knew the truth, you’d see him for what he really was.

“And now this... no,” he sighed heavily, knowing just how disgusted you were with him. “You can’t do this to me,” he almost regretted your words, because deep down, he knew he had fucked everything up. He had never felt this way, not for anything or anyone, and now he realised he might have lost you, maybe for good. “No, don’t leave, please. Listen to me,” he barely managed to reach you, trying to stop you with a desperate touch, his eyes begging for something he no longer deserved. “I love you. Look me in the eyes and tell me if I’m lying, please,” he begged in a way he never imagined he would, terrified at the thought of losing you, the only good thing he had.

Was this enough? Was this going to work? Because with every second that passed, he panicked at the thought of you walking away. The police were on him, Arteaga’s cartel was breathing down his neck, everything was falling apart. If you left, he couldn’t protect you, and just the idea of you out there, vulnerable, filled his mind with rage toward anyone who might want to hurt you. He couldn’t let you go just like that. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe and by his side.