Mi amante me dijo que se iba a ir de viaje con su esposa durante 2 días… El problema

My lover told me he was going on a trip with his wife for two days… The problem is, three days have passed and he still hasn't written to me, so I texted his wife to make sure everything was okay… But it seems she didn't take it very well, to say the least. I met Roberto at an electronics store a year ago, when I was standing in front of a counter full of cables as if I'd been thrown into a jungle of plastic snakes. I'd gone there to buy "a normal cable" and ended up with an employee asking me if my TV was HDMI 2.0 or 2.1, as if I were supposed to have been born with that information in my DNA. Roberto appeared as if fate had sent him in a savior's uniform, with that calm demeanor of a man who believes everything can be fixed with the push of a button. He explained to me that "everything in life needs the right connection," and he said it so seriously that I took it as a spiritual statement, not a typical explanation. That day I felt something strange, like when Wi-Fi connects without asking for a password, and I thought: this is a signal, this is compatibility. What I liked most was that Roberto didn't talk to me like the others who look at you with a "poor thing" expression when you don't know where the white cable goes. He spoke to me as if I were an important client, as if my problem had international relevance. He leaned in a little to look at the TV input, and I noticed that he smelled of expensive soap, the kind that married people buy because they believe in stability. When he gave me the correct cable, he passed it to me slowly, as if he were giving me a wedding ring. I laughed, he laughed too, and something stuck in my mind. He didn't ask for my number then, which to me was even more suspicious, because desperate men do that, and he didn't seem desperate. He seemed like someone with a secret, and I've always had a knack for detecting secrets, because women's intuition isn't a myth, it's software. We started messaging afterward because I obviously "needed help" setting up the TV and "didn't want to bother anyone else." He responded quickly, with details, patiently, as if he were my personal tech support, and I found that romantic in a way that most people don't understand. He sent me short audio messages explaining the steps, and I listened to them like they were songs. 0:00 Main Story 10:40 Main Story Comments 11:51 Update 1 20:15 Update 1 Comments 21:22 Update 2 30:08 Update 2 Comments 31:16 Update 3 41:03 Update 3 Comments 42:08 Update 4