Before he could react, Camila abruptly released his arm.

“Weren’t you supposed to be vice president? Was it all a lie?”

She turned and left, her heels clicking like hammer blows on Alejandro’s shattered pride.

Mariana walked past him.

She didn’t look at him.

She only left a phrase hanging in the air, soft as the wind:

“Thank you… for letting go of me that day.”

Alejandro stood motionless in the middle of the lobby, surrounded by luxury, flashes, and whispers, trapped in a reality he never imagined he would face.