She Left Without Hate, But He Lived With Regret

In the tenth year of our relationship, Rafael slept with all my friends just to spite me, throwing his affairs in my face and allowing his lovers to sneer at my humiliation.

And then, as if it were nothing, he made me clean up after them, waiting to see me snap.

I remained indifferent. I had no right to anger, not when my mother and I owed him everything.

Years ago, Rafael’s mother had been burned beyond recognition in a raging fire, and he believed my mother, the woman who perished in the same blaze, was responsible.

With no proof to defend her, I could only endure.