On a cold night that evoked sadness and nostalgia, Jimena stared at the empty side of her husband's bed, tears wetting her face. Memories of their relationship visited her, reminding her of what she no longer had, but this time she welcomed them with warmth and a smile. In her mind, she heard her own voice and saw the image of herself with Pablo, before they were married:

"I like your room." Jimena looked around, excited. Apparently, Pablo was tidy; he also had good taste, as the room was well decorated. There were several posters of martial arts masters and Chinese and Japanese symbols plastered on the wall.

"I like you." Pablo approached her seductively.

Jimena threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes, savoring the delicious scent of the sheets.

"I missed you so much these past few days, you bad boyfriend." The blonde pouted.

"I missed you too." He leaned over her. "But my father gave me no respite and filled me with work since we arrived. Even my uncle, who supposedly had ret