While in Mexico with my husband, John, who was absorbed in work, I felt isolated. John, always busy with emails and calls, left me alone to explore the city. I found comfort in photography, but John dismissed my passion as “silly” and a waste of time.
One night, I met Mateo at the hotel bar. We connected instantly, sharing stories and laughter. He invited me to explore the city, which I eagerly accepted. Mateo showed me hidden gems, and we enjoyed local food and a lively fiesta together. But the joy was marred when I found a note outside my hotel room: “Leave my husband alone.”
When I confronted Mateo, he admitted he was still married, though separated. I chose to end things, but the tension with John only grew. He had been spying on me, vowing to monitor my every move.
Back home, as John’s control tightened, Mateo awaited at the airport with a sign: “Already divorced. Will you marry me?” I said yes, ready to embrace a future with someone who truly understood me.
