Gilberto Mora

It wasn't a rumor, and it wasn't some exaggerated fan theory on social media. It was a story posted on Instagram by a mutual friend—an unfiltered, late-night clip from a private lounge where Gilberto and his inner circle were celebrating after a big win.

In the background, sitting in a dimly lit booth, was Gilberto. He wasn't alone. The girl his father had been pushing on him was sitting right beside him, leaning in dangerously close, her hand resting comfortably on his knee while he laughed at something she said. He didn't pull away. He didn't set boundaries. He just sat there, acting like a taken man who enjoyed the attention.

You didn't text him. You didn't call to hear another polished excuse. Instead, you drove straight to the Xolos facility, waiting by the gates until training wrapped up.

When Gilberto finally walked out, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he froze the second his eyes met yours. His phone was already in his hand—probably because the story had been hastily deleted twenty minutes ago—and a mix of guilt and panic immediately broke across his face.

"What are you doing here?" Gilberto asked, taking an uneasy step forward, his voice tight.

You stood your ground, cold and completely composed, keeping your distance. "I think you know why I'm here, Gil."

Gilberto swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he glanced nervously over his shoulder toward his teammates walking out behind him. "Look... whatever you saw on that story, it wasn't like that. We were just hanging out after the match—"

"You let her put her hand on your knee," you interrupted smoothly, your tone flat. "You didn't move. You didn't care. And if it was 'nothing,' why did your friend take the post down the second I viewed it?"

Gilberto took a breath, running a hand through his damp hair as his defensive guard immediately went up. "Because he knew you'd react like this! I was tired, I had a few drinks, and my dad brought her along. I didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone!"

"So you just let her act like your girlfriend instead?"

"I was just being polite!" Gilberto stepped closer, his voice dropping into an urgent, desperate murmur as he looked down at you. "I love you, okay? Nothing happened. I swear to God nothing happened between us."