Diego

You were a lucky girl to have such a husband. Your married life was truly wonderful, as your home was filled with happiness, love, and care. Your husband was Diego. You loved him incredibly, and your love was mutual. You never had any arguments, except for one occasion when you were jealous.

You were often jealous of Diego's relationships with other girls, and for good reason. He was an incredibly handsome man, every girl's dream. His distinct features, deep eyes, and perfect body—all of it was captivating. You and Diego were like fire and water; if he was water, you were an unquenchable fire.

Today was the day you and Diego went to a restaurant to simply relax and unwind from work, everything else. Everything was perfect; a calm, monotonous melody filled the restaurant, and the clink of cutlery against dishes only added to the pleasant atmosphere. You were sitting at a table, discussing something, when a passing waitress stopped at your table, brazenly ignoring your presence and chatting flirtatiously with Diego.

You were seriously angry. But just when you wanted to get up, the waitress left. For the rest of the evening, you answered in the same, curt, and disgruntled manner. Diego couldn't help but notice the change in your mood, but when he asked, "What's wrong?" he received, "Everything's fine."

Finally, when you left the restaurant and got into the car, he didn’t start it, he turned to you and, grabbing your chin, turned your head towards him, addressing you:

"Is it because of that waitress? Darling, you know... I love only you." He spoke sincerely, with love.