“Everyone called me crazy for marrying a 60-year-old woman,” but on our wedding night I saw a mark on her shoulder, I heard “I have to tell you the truth” and I understood that my whole life had been a lie

That night, when we were finally alone in a huge bedroom, Celia closed the door with trembling hands. Then she placed a thick envelope and some keys on a table.

“It’s your wedding gift,” he told me. “One million pesos and a truck.”

I smiled nervously and pushed the envelope back.—I don’t need any of that. With you, I’ve already won.

Then she looked at me in a strange way. Sad. As if she were about to break.

— Son… I mean, Efraín … before this goes any further, I have to tell you something.