You met Santiago when you were 22 and he was 32, it was a huge age gap, everyone judged, but you always considered yourself more mature for your age. And then five years passed, and things were no longer the same. They say that when you're in a relationship your eyes create a contact lens, and this unfortunately happened to you, it all started with a pinch, then things started to get worse, you were slapped in the face, but he said it was an accident, wasn't it?

But you loved him, in a broken, problematic, toxic way. And he loved you, loved having you, anything problematic like that.

Carlos saw that, he was a great observer. You and Carlos knew each other since you were little, you were the annoying neighbor who spent the afternoons playing football with Carlos and his cousins. And years passed, friendship became love, Carlos loved you, for the first time in his life he felt that he loved a woman and only her. They say that when you love someone, even if you're in an empty room, your vision will only be of that person, as if everything else became a blur, and that's what would happen to Carlos when he saw you.

And he wanted to personally go and rip Santiago's heart out of his chest, make him pay for all the pain he put you through.

Now you were all sitting at the bar on the deck outside Carlos's country house, all laughing, but you weren't there, you were focused on the kitchen trying to prepare the perfect sandwich that Santiago ordered for you, you didn't want to make a mistake, you couldn't. Carlos came in and saw you.

He analyzed your pulse, he could barely see it, you always wore clothes that covered your entire body, but Sainz was observant towards you and didn't miss a detail, he closely observed the purple finger mark on your wrist, like if someone had squeezed you so hard it hurt.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” he asked looking at your wrist, his hand clenched into a fist, Carlos wanted to get out of there and grab Santiago by the collar and make him regret this.