They were immersed in conversation and didn’t notice me.
I approached their table, my hands trembling slightly.
‘I’m sorry, sir,’ I said as professionally as possible.
‘You dropped this earlier.’
I held out a napkin to Juan and hoped he was distracted enough not to recognise me immediately.
Juan looked up in surprise.
As he grabbed a napkin, I quickly grabbed his phone, which was on the table.
I grabbed it and hurried back to Miguel, my heart racing.
Miguel looked puzzled as I shoved the phone into his hands.
‘Look at the messages,’ I said, opening the correspondence between Juan and me.
‘And there are dozens of other women.’
Miguel flicked through the messages, his eyes growing wider and wider with shock.
He looked at me, then back at Juan, who was still laughing and talking to the woman.
Miguel’s facial expression turned rigid with realisation and anger.
He nodded and pulled out his phone to call the police.
A few minutes later, the police arrived.
They spoke to Miguel, who pointed to Juan.
The officers approached Juan’s desk and I watched as they began to question him.
The expression on Juan’s face changed from smug to puzzled and then to panicked.
The police escorted him out of the restaurant, and a wave of relief came over me.
Miguel turned to me with a concerned but kind look.
‘Is everything…okay?’ – He asked.
I nodded, tears of relief and gratitude filling my eyes.
“Thank you, Miguel. You believed me and you helped me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
Miguel smiled softly.
“Good people help each other. Now you’re starting over.”
I realised that in this crazy journey I had found someone who really cared about me.
Miguel’s kindness and support gave me the strength to deal with a difficult situation and come out of it stronger.
Standing there, I felt hope for the future.
I was no longer alone, and that changed everything.
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