Looking back now, it was thanks to this surveillance that I was able to clearly see everything that had happened.
I watched the footage on the screen, seeing Camila and Mateo making out. Their clothes grew fewer and fewer, until they were almost completely naked.
Camila tightly embraced Mateo, repeatedly saying, "Mateo, I love you."
My eyes turned bloodshot as I stared at the woman in the footage, feeling a sharp pain in my chest that grew more intense.
I had been with Camila for six years, but I had never seen this side of her.
Trembling, I clicked the save button on the footage, closed the surveillance screen and turned around to head back to the bar.
When I returned, my expression was even darker and more somber. Seeing this, Luca poured me another drink and cautiously asked, "What happened?"
I didn’t answer. I remained silent, drinking one glass after another, not stopping.
At this moment, my mind was a chaotic mess. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to numb myself with alcohol.
Seeing my silence, Luca quietly stayed by my side, drinking with me, one glass after another.
I lost track of time and before I knew it, the bar had emptied out and Camila’s call came through.
"Honey, why aren't you back yet? Are you still at the bar? I’ll come pick you up."
Before I could say anything, the call was abruptly disconnected.
I stared blankly at the phone in my hand, a faint voice in my mind growing louder, urging me to face the reality I had been avoiding.
When Camila arrived, I was still drinking. Seeing me in such a drunken state, she rushed over and snatched the glass from my hand.
"Honey, you can't drink anymore! Let's go, Adrian. We'll go home."
Seeing my furrowed brows, Camila softened her tone, gently placing a hand on me as she guided me toward the door.
As soon as the car door opened, a heavy, greasy scent hit me.
A wave of nausea surged in my stomach and I pushed Camila, who had been holding me, away as I instinctively gagged.
When I took the tissue she handed me, I clearly noticed a fleeting look of disgust and impatience in her eyes.
It turned out that all along, it had been this obvious, but I had been blinded by what I thought was love.
"Honey, let's go home."
As soon as I opened the passenger door, I immediately noticed the man's tie on the passenger seat.
I silently closed the passenger door and walked to the backseat, sitting down.