Celina remained seated in the armchair, motionless, her eyes wide, still trying to process the scene she had witnessed minutes earlier. Her heart was racing, as if it wanted to jump out of her mouth. The jet's cabin... Thor... and the flight attendant.

She put her hand to her head, trying to contain her confusion. Why did it upset her so much? They had nothing. Thor was just her boss. A free man, capable of doing whatever he wanted with his life. And her? She was just one night. One damn night of surrender that probably meant nothing to him.

The tears began to fall before she could hold them back. They flowed silently, hot, carrying a mixture of anger, frustration, and, above all, pain. Why did it hurt so much?

Her cell phone rang on her lap. The screen lit up with the name: César. A video call on WhatsApp. Celina looked at the device as if it were an enemy and, without hesitation, pressed to decline. The last thing she wanted was to hear the voice of the man who had destroyed her lif