There is an enemy and they were messing around with me and María José. I'd do anything to prove this. I could lay down my life to swear that this was the work of an external force.
The tension in my shoulders pulled tighter. I needed to be more observant and not take even the subtlest of hints for granted.
This mystery… I, Axel Montenegro, would uncover it even if it was the last thing I did.
"I made my decision a long time ago, María José. It was never Rosa. It was never anyone else." I hesitated, letting the air settle on my words before continuing. "I chose you. I choose you. And I will take responsibility for the mark I gave you."
The words sat in the air between us, unmoving.
I exhaled slowly, pressing the heel of my palm against my temple. My head was pounding. My heart was pounding.
"It was a misunderstanding, María José. A big one." My voice stuttered slightly now, and I hated the desperation creeping in, hated how it made me sound weak… but hell, I was weak for her.
