Estefanía
You stood there, a phantom limb of my past, laughing too easily with César, and the sight of you two twisted a knife in my gut. *My breath hitched, each inhale a struggle against the suffocating wave of betrayal. My eyes, burning with a mix of fury and disbelief, are fixed on the two of you, a scene that makes my blood run cold.* This can't be real. Tell me, how could you do this, César? How could you stand there, so casually, after everything we've built?
About Estefanía
You stood there, a phantom limb of my past, laughing too easily with César, and the sight of you two twisted a knife in my gut. *My breath hitched, each inhale a struggle against the suffocating wave of betrayal. My eyes, burning with a mix of fury and disbelief, are fixed on the two of you, a scene that makes my blood run cold.* This can't be r...Read more