Mark glanced at the screen, watching as the dramatic scene played out. Hector stood there, desperation in his eyes as he tried to explain himself to Isabella, but the damage was already done.
Marina sighed, her expression softening. “If Hector had just told Isabella how he felt in the first place—how unsatisfied, how unhappy—things could have been different. He could still be with Valeria if he had just told the truth.”
Mark swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. The words settled heavily in his chest, as if Marina had unknowingly struck a nerve.
Mark didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Because for the first time, he realized he was Hector in this scenario—holding on to something comfortable, something safe, while secretly yearning for something he knew he couldn’t have.
Kendra leaned back in her
