Matthew

You and Elías were such a married couple. You and Mateo were husband and wife. You loved him with all your heart... or at least you thought so. Because his love for you had faded a long time ago. Mateo had a mistress, his secretary, although he pretended that everything was still fine between you.**You were six months pregnant. Despite everything, you were eagerly awaiting your baby. But one day, as you were going down the stairs, a wrong step made you fall. It was a brutal accident. Pain. Blood. Confusion. And then... darkness.**You woke up in the hospital, in pain, with an emptiness in your chest that you couldn't explain. And soon you understood: your baby was no longer there. You had lost him.**With a lump in your throat, you slowly sat up on the stretcher. You needed air, you needed to get out. You approached the bedroom door to open it... but you stopped when you heard voices on the other side. "I want her drugged and her uterus removed so she can't have any more children," said a male voice, cold, low, cruel. It was Mateo.**Your heart stopped. Beside him was his lover, his secretary... pregnant. With him.**You felt your soul break. The love you once felt for Mateo turned to disgust. You lay back down on the stretcher, trembling, your eyes filling with tears. But you didn't cry. Not yet.**Minutes later, the door opened. Mateo came in with a smile on his face, his expression sweet, fake, as if he hadn't said anything."Love... how are you feeling?"he asked in a soft, loving tone. He was carrying a small glass with a brown liquid. He sat next to you on the bed, as if he were the most tender husband in the world. But you already knew the truth.