Raquel changed the locks, blocked her number, and made a decision. She picked up her phone and dialed Raul’s number. No answer. She sent him a message, then another, then called again, nothing. And then she received information. Raul was at the airport, leaving the country with tears in his eyes. Raquel ran as fast as she could to the airport.
She ran with tears in her eyes. At the gate, she saw him. Raul shouted. He turned around, his suitcase in hand. “Raul!” she cried. He stopped, turned around, and saw her crying, breathless, trembling. She ran to him and threw herself at his feet. She knelt. “Please, don’t go. I’ve discovered the truth. I saw the videos.” It was her, it was Maria. Raul said nothing. He looked at her, hurt and hesitant. Then, Raquel took out a small box and opened it.
It was a ring. “Will you marry me?” Raul lowered his eyes and shook his head. “You should never have thought me capable of that.” “I know, I’m sorry. I beg you.” He took the ring and knelt down in turn. “I was the one who should have asked you that.” And there, in front of all the travelers, the agents, and the onlookers, he placed the ring on her finger. They kissed, and everyone applauded. Weeks later, Raquel and Raul were married in a simple ceremony, but full of love, without luxuries, without unnecessary people, only their true loved ones, those who truly supported them.
