At the age of 40 I closed my eyes and agreed to marry a lame man just to end everything… but on our wedding night, when I raised the blanket with trembling hands, I discovered a truth I never imagined.

It was the first time I noticed something different in her eyes.

A mixture of surprise… and something like happiness.

A month later something happened that changed everything.

That afternoon Miguel was working in the workshop when a client arrived with an old TV.

While trying to lift him, he lost his balance.

The TV fell to the ground with a strong blow.

And Michael too.

I ran to him.

“Miguel!

He was sitting on the floor, clenching his teeth.

“I’m fine,” he said.

But he wasn’t.

His leg was shaking.

I tried to help him get up.

When he finally did, I could see the sweat on his forehead.

Does it hurt?

“A little.

That’s not “a little.”

I took him inside the house.

While cleaning a small wound on his knee, Miguel avoided looking at me.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” he murmured.

“I’m your wife,” I replied.

He looked up.

And for a moment… our gazes were found in a different way.

Closer.

More sincere.

That night, while we were lying down, I was the one who broke the silence.

“Miguel.

“Yes?”

Since when did you like me?

There was a pause.

“Since we were fifteen.

I was surprised.

“So long?”

“Yes.

And you never said anything?

It didn’t make sense.

Why?

Miguel sighed.

Because you were always looking at someone else.

I didn’t know what to say.

And then I remembered.

The boyfriends I had.