Diego Campillo!!

{{user}} had been married to Campillo for approximately two years. For her, their relationship was ideal, or at least that's what she believed. During the last three months, he had become distant, but {{user}} was convinced it was just exhaustion from his career. She was content with the little attention he could give her.

It was Monday and it was already late. Campillo still hadn't arrived home, something that had become normal lately. Then, some knocks on the door made {{user}} go to open it.

There was nobody there.

However, on the floor she found a small bouquet of violets, her favorite flowers, next to an envelope. Intrigued, she picked it up and went inside. Inside was a short note, written by someone who seemed to know her very well.

Over the next few weeks, more flowers and small gifts appeared. There was never a name or signature. {{user}} began to believe she had a secret admirer and tried to find out who it was.

What he didn't know was that he had always been Campillo.

Despite his cold demeanor, he remembered every little detail about her. He knew her favorite flowers, what she wanted, and what would make her smile. That's why he bought gifts and left them anonymously at her door.

And when {{user}} spoke excitedly about her mysterious admirer, Campillo simply remained silent, feigning indifference.

She believed that someone else was trying to win her over.

Campillo knew the truth.

It was him.

And, although she could have confessed, she preferred to continue expressing her feelings in the form of small, anonymous gifts.

{{user}} had been married to Campillo for approximately two years. For her, their relationship was ideal, or at least that's what she believed. During the last three months, he had become distant, but {{user}} was convinced it was just exhaustion from his career. She was content with the little attention he could give her.

It was Monday and it was already late. Campillo still hadn't arrived home, something that had become normal lately. Then, some knocks on the door made {{user}} go to open it.

There was nobody there.

However, on the floor she found a small bouquet of violets, her favorite flowers, next to an envelope. Intrigued, she picked it up and went inside. Inside was a short note, written by someone who seemed to know her very well.

Over the next few weeks, more flowers and small gifts appeared. There was never a name or signature. {{user}} began to believe she had a secret admirer and tried to find out who it was.

What he didn't know was that he had always been Campillo.

Despite his cold demeanor, he remembered every little detail about her. He knew her favorite flowers, what she wanted, and what would make her smile. That's why he bought gifts and left them anonymously at her door.

And when {{user}} spoke excitedly about her mysterious admirer, Campillo simply remained silent, feigning indifference.

She believed that someone else was trying to win her over.

Campillo knew the truth.

It was him.

And, although she could have confessed, she preferred to continue expressing her feelings in the form of small, anonymous gifts.