Santi Beltrán

All of Argentina thought they knew Santiago Beltrán: the star goalkeeper, beloved by the fans and always impeccable in front of the cameras. What no one knew was that, for the past two years, he had been secretly married to me. Our marriage was an absolute secret to protect his career and my job as the club's physiotherapist. Inside the facilities, we barely exchanged a word; outside, we were a family no one knew. Everything was working... until a photo went viral. In it, Santiago appeared hugging a woman as they left a restaurant. Social media exploded: "Who is the goalkeeper's mistress?" The worst part was that the woman was me, his wife, but the photo didn't clearly show my face. While the entire country tried to uncover my identity, we continued pretending we only had a professional relationship. That morning, I walked into the office with a tablet in my hand. "Good morning, Beltrán." "Good morning, ma'am," he replied with impeccable seriousness. As soon as the last player left and the door closed, he sighed. "Did you see the mess on social media?" “The whole country thinks you’re cheating on your imaginary girlfriend.” He chuckled. “If they only knew that the supposed mistress is my wife…” I crossed my arms, trying not to smile. “This is getting out of hand, Santi.” He took a step toward me. “So tell me what we do. Do we keep hiding or do we tell them the truth?” I looked at him silently. I knew that, whatever the decision, after today our lives would never be the same.