My boyfriend texted me: “I’m sleeping with her tonight. Don’t wait up for me.” I replied: “Thanks for letting me know.” Then I packed up her entire life and left her at that door… but at 3 a.m. my phone rang.

And as I drove toward Coyoacán in the middle of the night, I knew I wasn’t on my way to uncover an affair.

I was about to uncover something far uglier.

PART 2
By the time I got there, the patrol car was already parked outside, and Emiliano was sitting on the curb, damp from the fog, while a paramedic shined a flashlight into his eyes. For the first time since I had met him, he didn’t look charming.

He looked exactly like what he was:

a man collapsing under the weight of his own arrogance.