At that moment his cell phone rang. The screen lit up with a message from Valeria:
“I found out that everything was hers. Don’t look for me. I’m not going to go down with you.”
Rodrigo closed his eyes as if the last mask had just been removed.
I didn’t feel pleasure. Not a shame either.
I just felt silence.
A clean silence.
A week later, I took the vacation alone.
The island was still there, white, bright, surrounded by turquoise water. I walked barefoot on the sand, without having to serve coffee to anyone, without listening to criticism, without asking permission to rest.
The agency had offered to reactivate the reservation at a discount for the incident. This time I didn’t invite anyone.
On the third day, while watching the sunset from the terrace, I received confirmation: Rodrigo had signed the divorce. He agreed to return the money. His mother no longer sent me audios. Valeria disappeared. And for the first time in years, my phone didn’t scare me.
Months later, I learned that Rodrigo worked selling insurance in a small office in Guadalajara. It didn’t make me laugh. It didn’t make me sad. I just understood something that many women learn late:
there are people who don’t love you, they only love what they can get out of you.
I turned off my cell phone, looked at the sea and smiled.
Because everyone believed that I was the servant of a life of luxury.
But they forgot that I was the one who had paid for the island, built the fortune and closed the door.
to be continued soon …”
