I felt shame. Anger. And a sorrow so deep it made me dizzy.

I didn’t shout.

I understood that, right there, in front of everyone… he wanted to humiliate me.

So I turned and walked toward the cemetery exit.

Behind me, I heard murmurs.

Phrases like “poor woman” and “how awful” followed me.

But none of them mattered.

Because as I passed Diego, I paused for a moment.

I adjusted his coat as if fixing something.

And slipped the small device deeper into his pocket.

He didn’t notice.

But I did.

The faint click.

As I stepped outside the cemetery gates, my phone vibrated.

The signal was active.

That tiny movement…

would reveal everything.

I didn’t return home.

I couldn’t.

It was no longer mine.

Instead, I sat in a quiet café near Buenavista station, staring at my phone.

The vibration wasn’t random.

Inside Diego’s coat was a tracker.

One Eduardo had used during business trips.

I had taken it that morning without thinking too much.

Because deep down…

I knew something wasn’t right.