Episode 1

༺Narrates: Alejandro༻

I was here, in front of the hotel, where my fiancee was said to be. The sun shone brightly, but not as brightly as my determination. Oliver, my trusted bodyguard, pushed me in my wheelchair.

"Mr. Williams, this is it," he commented in his deep, professional voice.

"Okay, let's go in," I replied, showing or reflecting no emotion on my face. My mind was invaded by the disturbing suspicion that had brought me to this place. Giselle, my fiancee, might be unfaithful. I felt no love for her; our union was more an agreement between two families than a romantic bond. However, the idea of ​​betrayal, even in a bond based on convenience, was something I was not willing to accept. Disloyalty was an offense that consumed me from within, and the possibility of her cheating on me felt like a poison seeping into my mind.

Oliver handed me the hotel card, which was an electronic key capable of opening the door to our room. I took it from his hands and carefully slid it through the reader next to the door. With a soft click, it unlocked and opened. Oliver, with a kind gesture, pushed my chair inside, inviting me in. Upon crossing the threshold, the silence of the hallway faded, giving way to the muffled and welcoming sounds of the room.

Upon crossing the door, the image that appeared before me only ratified what I had previously sensed. Giselle was in bed, immersed in an act of intimacy with her lover, totally unaware of our arrival. They didn't realize we were there until I broke the silence.

"Looks like you're having a lot of fun, Giselle," I commented in a cold, distant tone of voice.

She instantly broke the closeness with her lover, her face turned pale, reflecting the surprise and shock she felt at that moment.

"What are you doing here?" she inquired, visibly nervous, trying to cover her body with a sheet as if that could hide the situation.

"It's not what it looks like, Alejandro. Things are not as they seem," she stammered, but each of her words seemed completely empty and meaningless to me.

The most disturbing thing of all was that the man next to her was Frederick, my half-brother. The feeling of betrayal multiplied, turning that moment into an even more intense agony.

"I don't need you to give me explanations," I replied, letting my voice freeze in the air, as icy as ice. "I've already seen what I needed to see. That was the only truth I needed to know."

Giselle got up quickly, trying to cover her body with the sheet that she dragged to her chest, and knelt down so that she was at my eye level.

"Please don't do it. I beg you, forgive me. I made a mistake. Frederick seduced me," she said, her voice trembling and full of pleading.

Frederick, who was standing to one side, gave a mocking smile and said disdainfully.

"I didn't force you to do anything."

"Shut up!" Giselle exclaimed, with a mixture of desperation and anguish in her voice. "Alejandro, please, my love, forgive me. I promise it won't happen again. It was just a moment of weakness."

I observed her indifferently, without a hint of emotion manifesting on my face.

"Oliver, let's go back to the company. There are matters I must attend to," I said firmly.

"Yes, sir," replied Oliver, nodding seriously as he took the handle of my chair and began to push me out of the room, away from that chaotic scene.

We left Giselle dejected on the floor, suffering in silence as tears streamed down her face. No emotion invaded me. There was no room for rage or sadness in my heart; I only felt a cold and firm determination guiding me. The commitment that I once considered solid no longer existed. The opinion of the guests and the need to give explanations were completely indifferent to me. It was clear to me that I would send a letter of apology to everyone, and later I would take care of talking to her parents to inform them about the cancellation of the wedding.

As we drove away from the hotel, my thoughts were clear and forceful. Betrayal could not be part of my life, and Giselle had made that fatal decision for herself, thus sealing her own destiny with her actions.

The car glided smoothly along the city streets, in an almost ethereal journey. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was dense, a palpable stillness that seemed to envelop all the occupants, only interrupted from time to time by the subtle and constant purr of the engine. Oliver, who was always observant and attentive to detail, decided to break with that atmosphere of silence.

"Sir, what is the next step?" he asked, keeping his gaze fixed on the road, without being distracted for a second. "Do you really intend to cancel the wedding?"

"Yes, Oliver. The wedding is canceled," I replied firmly, feeling those words resonate in the air.

Oliver only nodded, his expression showing a mixture of surprise and understanding. However, his next question caught my full attention and made me turn my head towards him, seeking his gaze.

"Will you tell your father about what happened?" he asked, in a tone that reflected the concern we both shared at that moment.

I sighed, aware that this conversation had become unavoidable.

"Yes, I'll have to talk to him," I said with determination.

Oliver nodded once more, showing that he understood the seriousness of the matter at hand.

"I understand, sir. Is there anything else I can help you with?" he asked with a professional and willing attitude.

"For the moment, all I need is for you to take me back to the office. I have to organize everything related to the signing we have scheduled for tomorrow, in addition to drafting some important documents."

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