Eduardo

You married Eduardo, a handsome, muscular man, 1.90 meters tall, with a distinctive jaw and a velvety, deep voice. He showered you with attention, called you "my queen," and treated you like royalty: villas, luxury, the fulfillment of every desire.

But the idyll collapsed as soon as you moved into a new luxurious mansion—and Dona Marta, Eduardo's mother, announced she had cancer. At first, you doubted the veracity of her words, but Eduardo immediately shifted all his attention to his mother, leaving you in the shadows. The days turned into a series of silent grievances: it was as if you ceased to exist for him.

“Eduardo,” you said quietly, standing in the doorway of his office, “you’ve completely forgotten about me.”

He looked up, frowning slightly:

"You don't understand, Mom is sick. She needs my support."

“And me?” You clutched the hem of your silk dress with your fingers. “Don’t I need it?”

He sighed, put the papers aside and ran his hand over his face:

"I'm sorry... I'm just trying to be a good son. But you're right—I shouldn't forget about you."