MI MARIDO ME ENGAÑA CON MI PRIMA
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[{'start': '0.000', 'end': '2.000', 'text': 'Erika always believed she had found true love in Marcos.  After losing her parents in a tragic car accident at age 21, she clung to them as her unwavering support.  She loved him and trusted him, she never imagined that the person to whom she gave her heart would repay her with the worst of betrayals.  Everything fell apart at a family gathering; it was the birthday of her beloved Aunt Andrea, her mother\'s younger sister and the person who had been looking out for her since her parents died.  As she headed to the bathroom, she passed the kitchen and stopped when she heard laughter and voices she knew perfectly well.  She peeked discreetly and what she heard left her completely perplexed.  "\nErika is so naive," said Penelope, her cousin, with mockery in her voice.  He doesn\'t even suspect that we\'ve been together for months.\nPenelope was her aunt\'s only daughter and Erika had thought until now that they had a sisterly relationship, that they loved each other and that one would never lack for the other, that was why she had always supported her, she had paid for the master\'s degree she wanted so much, the down payment on her luxurious car and she had even gotten her a job in the luxurious architectural firm where Marcos also worked.\nErika remembered what Penelope said one day.  —Dear cousin, you don\'t have to worry. Now that I work in the same office as Marcos, I\'ll always keep an eye on him. I\'ll take care of him for you.\nThose words that once moved Erika now filled her with rage.  Of course you would have your eyes on him and your claws.  Erika thought, filled with bitterness and holding back her tears.\n"The best thing is that we\'re still enjoying their money," Marcos added with a cynical smile.  As long as she trusts us, we\'re all sorted out.\nErika\'s heart shattered.  She held her breath, resisting the urge to burst into the kitchen and confront them right then and there.  No, he wouldn\'t give himself that pleasure.  Inside him, something stronger than pain began to grow: the need for revenge.\nThe Game Begins\nErika spent the next few days gathering information.  He knew the right people and knew that with the right move, he could destroy Marcos and Penelope without raising suspicion.  At times, he felt remorse for his beloved Aunt Andrea, but after one of his contacts informed him that Andrea was aware of what was happening between Penelope and Marcos, things became easier.\nAfter all, betrayal is an excellent anesthetic.\nFirst, he contacted a friend who was a shareholder in the architectural firm where Penelope and Marcos worked.  With a few emails and evidence that Penelope had been leaking confidential information (something she knew beforehand, thanks to Penelope herself who accidentally told her without imagining the consequences), she managed to get her fired without the possibility of relocation.  Penelope, who depended on her salary to maintain her lifestyle, panicked.\nConstantly calling her for help and making Andrea call her repeatedly as well.\n—Erika, dear cousin, you have to help me, please talk to my boss, get them to give me another chance—.  He pleaded in a call to Penelope.\n—Oh Penelope, don\'t worry, I\'ll try to intercede on your behalf.  Erika replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.\n—Yes, Erika, you must help your cousin. Remember that you are like sisters, and now that Penelope is out of work, you must help her more than ever. Transfer a thousand dollars to her for her expenses. Daughter, I know that for you that is nothing.  Aunt Andrea said, with command in her voice.\nErika laughed to herself.  How foolish she had been, always doing what her aunt and Penelope wanted.  All in the name of keeping the family together, when they never considered her family, but rather a fool to be taken advantage of.\n—Auntie, don\'t worry, I\'ll take care of it, but today it\'s impossible for me to give him the money, I\'ve had problems with the bank— Erika invented to keep up appearances…\nThen, she focused on Marcos.  He knew that although he worked at the same company with Penelope, they were in different departments and that for Marcos\'s boss, reputation was everything.  Through connections, he managed to spread the rumor that Marcos was involved in financial fraud, using second-rate materials in his projects and passing them off as luxury materials.  With manipulated evidence and a couple of testimonies, he was fired without severance pay and with a possible lawsuit looming in his future.\nFrom one day to the next, both were unemployed, without stability, and worst of all, without access to Erika\'s money.\nMarcos, desperate, like Penelope, asked Erika to intervene for him, and she said she would try.  Showing herself submissive and accommodating to him.\n—My love, I\'ll do everything possible to get you reinstated, but in the meantime, how about we have dinner as a family with my aunt and Penelope?  I haven\'t seen them for days.  Erika proposed.\n—Great idea, dear. Do you want me to reserve a table at your favorite restaurant?  —Marcos asked.\n—No, I\'ll take care of everything, you just have to attend.\nEverything had gone according to plan for Erika, all that was left was to put the cherry on the cake and that was what she would do at dinner.\nThe dinner took place in a tense atmosphere, although Marcos, Penelope and Andrea tried to act normally.  Erika, with an impeccable smile, watched every move the three made, savoring the moment that was about to happen.  He had organized everything meticulously, making sure that this would be an unforgettable night for them.\nWhen the waiter served the wine, Erika raised her glass and exclaimed in a seemingly affectionate tone: "To family, to love, and to trust."\nMarcos smiled at her, pleased to see that his wife was still the same confident woman she had always been.  Penelope, though with anxious eyes, tried to maintain her composure.  Andrea, for her part, looked on with anticipation.  "I\'m\nso glad we\'re here together," Erika continued, placing her glass on the table.  But before we continue enjoying the evening, I think it\'s time to share something I\'ve been saving.  She\ntook an envelope out of her bag and placed it on the table in front of Marcos.  He looked at it curiously before taking it and opening it.  His face lost all color when he saw the document inside.\n-What is this?  —he asked with a trembling voice.\n"Your divorce certificate," Erika replied coldly.  You signed it without realizing it when I asked you to sign those bank documents a few weeks ago.  You were so confident that I would do what you always expected of me, that you didn\'t even bother to read what you signed.\nPenelope gasped and looked at Erika in disbelief.  Andrea, for the first time that evening, seemed restless.  “\nThis… this has to be a joke,” Marcos stammered, flipping through the document as if he could find a mistake that would save him.\n"Oh, it\'s no joke, dear," Erika said with a smile.  This is very real, as real as the fact that both of them have been fired from their jobs thanks to their own actions.  Penelope, dear cousin, I heard about how you leaked confidential information to the company and Marcos… well, what can I say?  Defrauding customers with second-hand materials isn\'t exactly something your boss would overlook.\nAndrea slammed her hand on the table.\n—Erika, this is nonsense!  You have to help us!  “We’re family,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for pleading.\nErika stared at her, with the same coldness with which she had learned to look at them in recent weeks.\n“Family…” he repeated in a whisper.  How strange that you call me that now when you knew perfectly well what they were doing behind my back and you not only allowed it, but you encouraged it.\nThe silence that followed was suffocating.  Penelope tried to speak, but Erika raised her hand to stop her.\n—I don\'t want to hear any excuses.  All I want you to know is that I don\'t want to see you again.  If you come near me again, I\'ll sue you.  I\'ve already taken care of closing all the doors through which they could take advantage of me again.  So please enjoy your dinner.  It\'s the last thing you\'ll get from me.  She\nstood up elegantly, picked up her bag and, without looking back, left the restaurant.  Leaving behind the echo of his consummated revenge.'}]