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Questions Without Answers Fernando’s cold presence filled the room instantly. His gaze shifted from Elio to Aixa, then settled on the phone still held in her hand. “You have both seen it,” he said flatly. His tone was too calm. That very stillness frightened Aixa more than anger would. Fernando stepped closer. “Who spread it?” Aixa parted her lips, but no sound came out. Elio moved forward one step. “Most likely Valeria and Catalina.” Fernando’s look sharpened. “Do you have proof?” “Not yet.” Fernando turned his eyes to Aixa. “Did you watch it?” She bit her lip. “Only a few seconds.” “And?” “It is fabricated.” Silence filled the space. Fernando showed no expression at all. He stood straight and firm, his eyes unreadable. “Do you doubt me,” Aixa asked softly. He did not answer right away. The silence stretched and tormented her until finally he spoke. “I do not make decisions based on emotion.” It was no answer at all. The tears she had held back fell at last. “I did no

Flat and Cold Divide That night, Fernando sat in his study. The laptop screen played the same video over and over. His expression remained flat as he examined every detail. The movement of eyes. The fall of light. The shift of camera angle. Something felt wrong. Fernando picked up his phone. “Get the digital forensics team.” The voice on the other end answered immediately. “At once, sir.” “I want results as soon as possible.” “Is there a deadline.” Fernando stared at the screen. “Within twenty-four hours.” After ending the call, he leaned back in his chair. His gaze went empty. He pictured Aixa’s face as she said she was innocent. Her tears. The tremor in her voice. And the simple question he had not yet answered. Do you doubt me. He closed the laptop. For the first time in a long while, he realized something. If the video was truly fake, then Aixa was facing terrible humiliation. And all this time… she had been facing it alone. In their bedroom, Aixa sat on the edge of the

Waves of Slander and Doubt That morning, the illustrious name of the Castello family became an easy target for national newspapers and online tabloids alike. Photographs of the grand Castello Group building were placed side by side with a blurry portrait of Aixa and a screen recording that spread nothing but disgust. Headline after headline appeared without mercy, tarnishing a reputation built over decades in a matter of hours. Fernando Castello’s Wife Involved in Scandal with Her Own Brother-in-Law. Intimate Video Drags the Great Name of Castello Group Through the Mud. Crisis of Confidence Strikes the Castello Family. Narratives on social media spread swiftly like fire catching dry straw. Hashtags regarding the scandal topped trending lists, sparking millions of judgmental comments. Even though Fernando’s information technology team and internal cybersecurity experts had found strong indications that the video was a high-level digital manipulation, a full investigation to uncove

The Final Line of Choice Aixa’s world shattered in an instant. Every corner of the room where she stood felt suddenly alien and oppressive. Pain radiating from her chest paralyzed every sense, leaving behind a hollow and numbing cold. She shook her head slowly, as if trying to reject the truth that the man she loved with all her heart was the very one who had driven the knife deepest into her chest. Her gaze swam with hurt, a suffering so clear and genuine that anyone who saw it would have felt compassion. “After everything…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. It trembled, caught between ragged breaths. “Aixa,” Fernando said. His voice was heavy, weighed down by the doubt still churning within him. “After all I went through with you…” Aixa continued, cutting him off. Her words pleaded for acknowledgment, for a defense, for nothing more than a hand to hold hers and assure her this was all a nightmare. Fernando clenched his hands so tightly his nails dug into his palms. Gui

Eternal Regret Rain fell heavily as Aixa stood before the courthouse. Water poured from the dark sky, striking the hard concrete plaza below. Thunder rolled across the heavens, mixing with the roar of traffic rushing along the main road. The sky itself seemed to mourn a fate broken and cut short. Beneath the downpour soaking her simple dress, Aixa stood motionless. Her small figure looked fragile indeed beside the towering stone columns of the court that oversaw family and religious law. The divorce papers rested in her hand. The official bound document felt impossibly heavy, as if bearing the full weight of every hardship she had carried alone. Fernando Castello’s name stood clearly beside hers in black ink, confirming that the sacred vows spoken before God had fallen apart both legally and morally. Her hand trembled. Not from the cold. Nor from the damp wind cutting to the bone. It came from the truth that the home she had fought to preserve was gone. Every struggle she had