Raúl fell to his knees, overcome with grief.
He pounded on Raquel’s door until she opened it. She didn’t even look at him.
“Why didn’t you warn me? Why did you let me suffer like this?” she said, her voice trembling.
“I wanted to tell them. I was ready, but they were faster than me. I weren’t ashamed. You were ashamed of me.”
“That’s not true. I love you, Raquel. You can’t leave me like this.”
She looked at him with the eyes of a broken woman.
“You’re leaving tomorrow morning. It’s over.”
Raúl broke down, but he didn’t give up.
“Even though you’re older than me, I’m the man in this relationship, and I love you. I’m going to marry you. You’re the woman of my life, and no one—I’m telling you, no one—will stop me from loving you.”
