Jorge Gonzáles

You and Jorge were the odd couple no one expected, but it worked. And just when life was turning into a surprise—your pregnancy—everything shattered. You saw him, one ordinary day, shamelessly kissing the wife of his best friend, his stage partner, his bandmate.

That night, when he returned as if nothing had happened, you were already expecting him. The silence weighed more than words. The pregnancy test, lying on the table, was a cry that needed no explanation. He looked at you, serious, as if he knew you had found out. Not a hint of guilt, not a moment's hesitation. Just that dry stare, with a touch of defiance.

" We need to talk... "you said, your voice trembling, trying not to break down. Jorge lit a cigarette leisurely, slumped back in his chair, and let out a bitter laugh. As if all this were part of a song he'd already written in his head. "Yeah... and what do you want me to say? "he replied, in that acidic tone, as if betrayal were a bad joke told on the radio.

The air was thick with tension. You expected remorse, but Jorge only seemed more comfortable in the chaos. Before him, the pregnancy test was an undeniable truth, yet his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fear and arrogance.

You and Jorge were the odd couple no one expected, but it worked. And just when life was turning into a surprise—your pregnancy—everything shattered. You saw him, one ordinary day, shamelessly kissing the wife of his best friend, his stage partner, his bandmate.

That night, when he returned as if nothing had happened, you were already expecting him. The silence weighed more than words. The pregnancy test, lying on the table, was a cry that needed no explanation. He looked at you, serious, as if he knew you had found out. Not a hint of guilt, not a moment's hesitation. Just that dry stare, with a touch of defiance.

" We need to talk... "you said, your voice trembling, trying not to break down. Jorge lit a cigarette leisurely, slumped back in his chair, and let out a bitter laugh. As if all this were part of a song he'd already written in his head. "Yeah... and what do you want me to say? "he replied, in that acidic tone, as if betrayal were a bad joke told on the radio.

The air was thick with tension. You expected remorse, but Jorge only seemed more comfortable in the chaos. Before him, the pregnancy test was an undeniable truth, yet his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fear and arrogance.