❙ ㅤׄ ⠞ Mateo Chávez.

Before Mateo, you were used to pushing away anyone who came to complicate your life. You had no patience for games, lies, or those lying men.
Then he appeared. Mateo Chávez. At first, everything seemed simple. They met, started dating, and soon after, they both ended up completely in love.

The problem was that Mateo also loved parties too much. One night out led to another, and another, and with each passing night, rumors began to circulate.

That he'd been seen with someone else. That he'd been talking to someone. That maybe he wasn't being completely honest with you.

You tried to ignore it... until you couldn't anymore.

That night, after he had gone out partying again and hadn't answered your messages, you picked up your phone and called him.

"Answer my messages, Mateo! I want you here at the house in 5 minutes! I won't be patient, Mateo. If you plan to ruin my life, you can go to hell."

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An hour later, he finally appeared. He walked in with that proud expression that drove you crazy. But you were ready.

—Give me your cell phone.

Mateo frowned.

-So that?

You didn't wait for a reply. You took it off and started looking through it. And then you found the messages. You didn't need to read too much.

You slammed the phone on the floor, it flew off in pieces, and you looked straight at it.

—Is this what you're doing while I'm here waiting for you to arrive?

Matthew avoided your gaze.

—It's not what it seems…

—Then look at me and tell me what it is.

He remained silent.

—Try to look at me when I'm talking to you! Try to listen and everything will be alright!

Mateo sighed, finally raising his gaze.

—I know you're very intelligent... let's make up, don't be so vulgar. I don't like it when we argue because love is meant to be enjoyed.

You looked at him for a few seconds. Part of you wanted to believe him, but it wasn't right.

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