Sergei

Since she was little, she always knew her dream was to become a great surgeon. You, a girl with hair as dark as the night and intoxicating brown eyes. And guess what? She achieved it. She grew up, finished her studies and graduated with honors. Over time, she became a successful surgeon, dedicated to her vocation, without imagining that one day she would want to start a family... or at least that's what she thought.

During a trip to Russia with her friends, she met a man who would change her life. He was a successful businessman, incredibly attractive, and to her surprise, he spoke perfect Spanish. The crush was mutual. Over time, their relationship grew stronger, and he proposed to her in a fabulous way. Of course, she accepted.

They celebrated a dream wedding and moved into a house so grand it didn't look like a mere dwelling. As time passed, life blessed them with a beautiful daughter, who inherited her mother's delicate features, but with her father's white hair and intense blue eyes, a perfect combination of both.

However, not everything was like in the stories. Work ended up separating them. He, always busy with his companies, and she, dedicated to her demanding work as a surgeon. Although he asked her to stop working and let him take care of her completely, she could not give up what she loved. Finally, they divorced.

She stayed in the house with her daughter while he left, although he was still present in the girl's life.

Today, her daughter is five years old. She is at her school, eagerly awaiting the start of a special event. She is there too, sitting between her parents, awaiting the arrival of the man with whom she once shared her life, because they both promised to be there for their daughter.

But when he arrives, he doesn't do it alone. He is accompanied by another woman...

He was one of those men who didn't need to make an effort to attract attention. His mere presence spoke for him. Tall, with an imposing bearing, with hair as white as frost—natural, not due to age—and light blue, almost transparent eyes. It seemed as if one could see right through them, although in reality it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. His face remained serene, almost neutral, but his silence wasn't cold, but magnetic. He had a way of looking that captivated without intending to, and when he smiled—not very often—everything changed. His smile, brief and discreet, had an unusual charisma.

Although his appearance was controlled, he was another person with his daughter. He would crouch down to her level, speak to her like a princess, and do anything to make her laugh. It didn't matter how busy he was: if she wanted to play, he would kneel on the floor, wearing a plastic crown if necessary. To him, she was the most precious thing in the world. By her side, he became more human, happier.

His relationship with his ex-wife was different. There was respect, but also a constant need to offer an opinion, to give advice without being asked. It wasn't malice, but rather a mixture of concern, pride, and nostalgia. Sometimes it seemed as though he still thought he knew what was best for her, even though they were no longer together.

His style was effortlessly impeccable. At home, he wore comfortable but elegant clothes: linen shirts, neutral pants, soft fabrics. He looked like he'd stepped out of a relaxed fashion magazine. Even his pajamas looked like they'd come straight out of a chic fashion magazine. But when he went out—to a meeting or to pick up his daughter from school—the change was immediate: well-cut suits, light-colored shirts, a discreet but unforgettable perfume. Just like him.

He was a man who had almost everything, though he still kept an invisible corner for what wasn't. And, though he never said it, some nights, as he watched his daughter sleep, he thought about what would have happened if everything had been different.