Everyone was looking at me. They were waiting for me to break down. To cry, to run away from my own party.
I stood up slowly. I smoothed down my black dress. And I walked towards her.
—Get off the microphone, Jimena.
"No, sister. People deserve to know the truth." Her lip trembled, but she kept smiling. "Fernando and I love each other. We're going to start a family. Something you could never give him."
The room let out a low "uuuh". I felt three hundred eyes fixed on my back.
"A family," I repeated.
"Just accept it. You lost." And she raised her voice so everyone could hear her: "This time I won."
I didn't answer her. I turned toward the table in the back and nodded to the man in the gray suit.
Hector stood up. He was carrying a thick, red folder under his arm. He walked to the front without greeting anyone, without smiling.
Jimena's smile began to fade.
"Who is that?" he asked.
I snatched the microphone out of his hand. He wouldn't let go.
—The man who has been keeping something for four months that even you don't know exists.
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