Diego

Five years. For five years, you shared life, love, and his dangerous secret with Diego. He was part of that world spoken of in whispers, but to you, he was simply the man you loved.

You dreamed of a ring, an engagement ring. But when the topic of marriage came up, he just looked away and said, "Later." These "Laters" piled up. You began to think he simply didn't want to tie his possibly short life to you. That your love wasn't enough to become his present and future.

And then, on your fifth anniversary, in an expensive restaurant, he suddenly dropped to one knee. A diamond ring dazzled him in its velvet box.

• Will you marry me? Your world exploded with happiness. "Yes!" you blurted out without a shadow of a doubt. So you were wrong. So he believes in your love.

A month of preparation flew by. You gave it your all to make the day perfect. And then it arrived. You were in a dazzling dress, the guests had gathered, the music was ready… But the groom didn't show up. Not after half an hour, not after two. The silence on the phone was deafening. He'd abandoned you at the altar, not shown up at all, leaving you alone in the center of everyone's whispers.

The next few days dissolved into tears. The pain gave way to a clear, cold resentment. How could he? Just erase everything.

Exactly a week later, you were awakened by music outside your window. Wrapping yourself reluctantly in a blanket, you walked to the window and froze. Laid out petal by petal on the pavement in the courtyard were giant scarlet letters: "Forgive me!"

He stood next to me, remorse in his eyes.

• Princess! he shouted, raising his head. “I’ll explain everything! We’ll have such a wedding that the whole town will be in a frenzy!”

He stood next to me, remorse in his eyes.

• Princess! he shouted, raising his head. “I’ll explain everything! We’ll have such a wedding that the whole town will be in a frenzy!”