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"I remember how he hurt me and I can't forgive him."

You read my diary?

You don't get tired of hurting me, do you?

You're right. Please forgive me.

What can I do for you to forgive me?

What's going on here?

What'd you do to my daughter now?

Don't come back to my house. Leave.

You read my diary. You hacked the app on which I write.

You can't talk to me like that.

I know who you are.

I'm familiar with worthless women like you

that give yourselves to one man for your whole life.

Isn't that what you wrote in your diary?

IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

What's going on?

He's your worst enemy.

This piñata symbolizes that person in your life

to whom you have something to say but haven't yet dared to.

Patricia, let's go.

I'm not one to hold grudges.

I hate you, you gargoyle!

I hate you, you gargoyle.

Okay, girls. We've achieved our goal.

We released some pent-up emotion and feel a little better, okay?

Patricia, how do you feel?

I hate you so much that I could keep hitting the piñata

until it was completely destroyed!

Okay, these kinds of situations call for a support network.

When something like this happens to Patricia,

she'll need someone to count on, okay?

Oh, well, I have Marce. She's my best friend.

And Mari... and Malu too.

Perfect.

Which leads us to our next exercise.

Pay attention because we'll be working in pairs.

In pairs, okay?

Find the person you trust, close your eyes,

and let yourselves fall.

You're not well.

Why?

No, I swear it really works.

I've done it thousands of times.

-You'll love it. -Okay, if you like it so much,

you can throw yourself and I'll catch you.

Sounds great. I trust you 100%.

But right now, it's you who needs it.

Please let me be there for you.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

Come on.

Okay.

Let yourself fall.

It's supposed to be backward!

In the end, Joaquin had my back.

You should've seen Marcela and Armando.

They were left speechless.

They weren't the only ones.

I was watching the interview on

my cell phone and I was shocked

that things between the Spaniard and you

were that serious.

I couldn't believe it either.

Was it bad?

No.

I mean, it depends how much you like paella.

Seriously though, Nico.

Joaquin's a good person,

and he's genuinely interested in me.

Well, yeah.

To be honest, it wouldn't be that bad.

Of course, if you weren't madly in love with someone else.

Shh!

I'm not madly in love with someone else.

-You're not? -No.

Listen carefully.

I... removed the very first piece of gum

they put in your hair.

I... took off all the signs that said "loser"

that they'd put on your back.

And I let myself get stung by a swarm of bees

that were in your locker.

You can't lie to me, Beatriz.

Okay, fine.

But what I feel for Armando doesn't matter.

We don't need to talk about it.

I made the decision to not let my feelings control me.

I have to be smart.

Very good.

After you.

The workshop didn't work out like I'd hoped, but oh well.

At least Patricia let out some stress.

By the way, I noticed Aura Maria scolding you

about something having to do with her boyfriend.

Did you steal her boyfriend or what?

Well, she thinks I did, but I didn't.

The guy that likes her is pretending he doesn't

even though he does,

so he told her he and I are dating, but we're not.

Sounds complicated.

Very.

Okay, how about you tell me about it over dinner?

Yeah. Of course.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mendoza. I didn't know you were here.

I thought it was empty.

No, it's fine. You going to work in here?

I was thinking of removing and rehanging all the pictures,

changing the floor tiles and light bulbs,

and really just working on anything that'll distract me

so I won't think of... this one woman anymore.

Giovas.

No.

Have some.

No, Mr. Mendoza, I'm on the clock.

I'd be putting my job at risk.

It's fine. You're with me.

I know what you're going through.

Perfectly.

Keep it between us, okay?

Cheers.

Take it easy, Giovas.

If you don't mind,

can you explain how you know what I'm going through?

You're an elegant, wealthy, high-ranking executive.

Oh, please!

All you need to do is flash that smile at a woman

and they're putty in your hands.

No, Giovas, it's not like you think.

-No? -No way.

I do my best, put my best foot forward,

and you know what I get in return?

Nothing.

-Nothing? -Nothing.

Nothing at all?

Nothing.

No one knows the troubles someone else goes through.

One would look at you and think you had

an amazing personal life with no ups and downs or problems,

but if my experience, abilities and idiosyncrasies

can be of any use to you, just let me know.

You know what? Yes.

You can help me with something.

What?

Hit me here.

-What? -Hit me! I deserve it!

All I've done is hurt others. Hit me!

I lost her, Giovanni. Hit me!

Hit me right here.

What? I can't hit you.

These fists are banned in several places.

They're lethal weapons and I could really hurt you.

So stop insisting because it ain't happening.

How about we have another drink instead?

You need to be topped off?

No, I'm fine.

Okay, a little more.

Cheers.

Much better to drink than hit each other.

Oh!

Patricia, consider yourself complimented

on your personal appearance.

Good day.

No, Nico. Wait, wait.

Look, I talked to a piñata-shaped friend of mine

and came to the conclusion that...

Patricia!

Thanks.

I didn't know you were coming today either, Nicolas.

No, no...

I only have two tickets.

You don't say?

Don't worry about it. I'm not going.

In fact, my job here is to entertain Patricia

while you pick her up.

Yes, yes.

Bye. Have fun.

You make such a lovely couple, and you are so handsome.

Thank you.

It's like you're not that ancient.

Bye.

Feels bad to be in love and not have it reciprocated, doesn't it?

I'd say it's a horrible feeling, boss.

-Ramos. -Ramos.

Great to see you.

Right.

You know what?

Hit me right here as hard as you can.

No.

-I want you to hit me. -Right on.

Hold this for me.

Wait.

No!

Hold your horses, my dear young Ramos.

I beg you not to lay a hand on my boss.

Picture an executive of his standing with a broken jaw.

Shut up.

He told me to hit him,

and I need to unload everything I'm feeling!

Come on, let's do business!

Do it, Nico.

Take out all your anger on me. Do it!

I need my body to hurt

because I can't take the pain in my soul anymore.

Boss, that's enough yearning for self-destruction.

Remember what I taught you in the office.

Physical pain doesn't erase spiritual pain.

Alright, I've got an idea.

There's a way the three of us can overcome

these terrible feelings we have.

But it's only for the brave.

-Shall we? -No.

It depends.

You chickening out?

Tell me on the way and I'll let you know.

This sauce puts others to shame.

It's called aioli.

My grandmother, may she rest in peace, would say,

"Joaquin, when people ask you how to make paella,

give them our recipe.

But the aioli recipe, take it to the grave with you."

It's... Nico.

I'm not going to answer because we're talking about aioli.

Dude, it's just that...

Look...

The worst thing a person can do

is be the following four things.

Honest, a good person,

loving, and charming.

If you're one of those, people will mop the floor with you.

No, the worst thing you can do is not be honest,

loving, a good person or charming.

You'll lose it all and no one will believe what you say.

This lemon has something important to say.

-Armando... -What is it?

Dude, come here.

Come here, Armando.

Know what sets you and me apart?

I know how to love.

You don't.

You don't.

I'm going to call her.

No, don't do it.

You can't stop me!

Of course I can! You'll only keep hurting her!

I love her, Nicolas!

Okay, Armando.

I understand because I'm going through something similar.

I stop myself, though. Like a real man would.

Cheers!

Get me a Lamborghini!

-What? -Wait, wait.

Let him be.

Mmm.

That was a tasty paella!

The shellfish was delicious!

I'd like to propose a toast.

Thank you for welcoming me into your home

and allowing me to feel like a member of this amazing family.

Cheers!

MR. ARMANDO

Sweetie, who is constantly calling you?

Oh! Nico.

He's probably had too much to drink.

Joaquin, you have to come by more often

so that I can learn more about Spanish cuisine.

Why don't you stay with me in Andalucia for a bit?

There's nothing like learning how to cook in Malaga.

The fried fish...

Spain must be beautiful!

-It is beautiful. -Oh, I don't know.

-Too much wine, too much paella. -Come on, Demetrio.

What do you think, Betty?

I don't know, Armando.

Um... I mean, Joaco.

Betty, Betty.

Betty!

Hey!

Hey, Betty!

Come here, sweetheart.

Come here.

Why is that drunk man calling you over?

I don't know him.

Of course you do! Come closer.

Honey...

-You sure you don't? -No.

-You don't know him? -No.

No, no!

Joaquin, I'd like to apologize for what happened at the table.

I don't really know what happened.

Don't worry about it.

It's called your subconscious,

and it means you were thinking of Armando.

You can tell me. We trust each other.

The truth is that Armando was the one who was calling me

and it's also true that he's with Nicolas

and that they're drunk.

That's probably why they kept calling me.

What for?

Oh!

Nico, what are you doing here... like that?

Everything is spinning.

Dude!

I'm ready for my casting, Joaquin de Quiroz.

I'm ready for my casting.

Alright.

Nico!

Go to the restroom.

Betty, I bid you goodnight.

And don't worry. I understand.

Does it hurt?

Only here.

I don't like seeing you like this, Armando.

If something worse had happened to you, I swear I would've died.

-Marcela. -Hmm?

Why are you like this with me?

Like what?

So good.

After everything I've done to you, you should hate me.

Armando, I can't hate you because I love you.

I know, I'm a fool.

No, I'm the fool.

I failed to appreciate the woman I had by my side.

Well, I'm still here.

-Betty! -Hmmm?

Tonight's been a terrible ending to a terrible day.

Please, I want it to end already.

I don't understand why you drank so much, Nicolas.

It's disgusting.

Was it because of Patricia?

Patricia broke your heart, didn't she?

No, Betty. She can't.

Because... my heart is made out of steel, dude.

No one can break it. Know what's broken into pieces?

What?

My digestive system.

I'll never drink again. I won't even smell the stuff.

I also don't understand why you were with Armando.

Look at the state you're in. Why were you with Armando?

Guy things.

Man things.

Club, party, alcohol, women things.

No, not that last one.

Betty, tonight was filled with punches.

You know, Armando can really take a beating.

Armando Mendoza?

Are you talking about Armando Mendoza?

And... he loves you.

It felt great to acknowledge something I'd refused to see.

That's why he's suffering so much because of you.

It's because he cares about you.

I can't deny it. He does.

-Ok. -Armando loves you.

It's really nice to have someone love you.

Nico.

No, it tastes horrible, Betty.

Yes, but sodium bicarbonate is good for hangovers.

Take these pills. Your head will hurt tomorrow.

Oh, man.

Tell me what happened with Armando, his death wish

and all that stuff because I didn't understand anything.

Well, Mendoza went at the biggest guy there, dude!

He said God knows what to Yeti's girlfriend,

insulted him and made him very mad, so the giant pummeled him.

I don't know why Armando took it without fighting back.

He was crazy and very intense. It was all so wrong, dude.

Okay, so Armando let him beat him?

That has nothing to do with me.

He's not doing it because he loves me or misses me.

He was drunk.

Dude... no!

No, no!

He spent the night telling me that he loved you, Betty.

That he'd lost you because he'd been an idiot.

"I'm a fool!"

Earlier, he'd asked us to hit him.

I thought he was a sadomasochist.

Since Giovas and I didn't hit him,

he messed with the biggest guy in sight, Betty.

Nico, why do you believe him now?

Betty, I heard it for myself

and saw it for myself.

He was being honest, Betty.

He's suffering because of you,

like a turkey suffers before Thanksgiving.

So what, Nico? You're exaggerating.

It's not that bad. You were all drunk.

Yeah, but drunks tell the truth, Betty.

Betty, Armando Mendoza...

is suffering because of you.

He loves you, dude!

I swear he does!

A little bit too late because

you're... with the Spaniard.

Right?

No, Marcela.

I don't want to hurt you.

You're not hurting me.

No, this isn't right.

Isn't this what we both want?

Betty, that man loves you, dude!

No, it's not true! That's not true!

He cares about you, Betty!

I assure you that he loves you!

Now, Beatriz?

Good morning! How'd you sleep?

Good morning.

Not so well. I had nightmares.

-Did I wake you? -No.

I slept amazingly well.

I've been thinking about what happened yesterday

and I loved it.

Would you like something for the pain?

Would you like some coffee?

Coffee's fine.

Okay, coffee.

Thank you.

Here's some water. How was the party?

What party?

I spent the night watching Mr. Mendoza's back.

I think he was lovesick.

What? You and Mr. Armando?

How did that happen?

What's so weird about it?

What, can't my boss ask me to join him for a night out?

He can see my charm and countless skills.

He extended an invitation and I kindly accepted.

You have no idea, dude. He wasn't himself.

Then the alcohol metastasized in his personality

and he couldn't behave as he should.

By the time I noticed, he was messing with everyone.

Really?

When I looked over, he was trying to pick a fight

with whoever walked his way.

Fortunately, God is good and I was there.

My personality and strength were there to protect him.

I was handling everyone who came his way,

and they were very aggressive.

I'd hit one and move on to the next one.

Before I knew it, I was fighting off 15 men.

Wow! You're so brave!

I still think that's strange.

Mr. Armando didn't break things off with Ms. Marcela.

Why was he being so aggressive?

Oh... I don't know. Maybe it's because of someone else.

All I can say is that our conversation didn't get so deep

and I couldn't find out the details.

Like I was saying, I was doing karate with my right,

jujitsu with my left.

They were dropping like flies.

I pushed myself to the max, but they were still coming at me.

At one point I realized we'd been outnumbered.

You poor thing, Giovas. I will say one thing.

This conversation has to stay between us.

This is what you call classified information.

This is top secret, man.

-Yeah, yeah. -Exactly.

I think so too.

This is top secret.

The three of us have to be very discreet.

What happened next, Giovas?

Shut up!

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I dropped my pans.

-In the living room? -Uh-huh.

Could you tell me why there are

so many pans in the living room?

Oh, I was airing them out.

They were a little bored in the kitchen.

-You don't say! -Yes.

Nice!

Would you like a glass of water, sweetie?

Yes, Ms. Juli. I'm parched.

-Right away. -Get it for me.

Don't worry. I'll help you hydrate right away.

Why are you doing this to me, Ms. Juli?

Because you're shameless, a gossip, and a bad friend!

How could you tell my little girl such tall tales

about Armando Mendoza?

Have you gone mad?

You went too far this time.

Since when are you and that man so close

that you go out partying with that wretch?

You either explain or I'll soak you again.

No, please don't.

You really went too far this time.

Come on!

1,000 dollars is a lot of money, right?

Be good, lovebug.

I will.

No low-cut dresses...

It's lingerie. Leave your jealousy in the closet.

Yes, honey, but we're high society now.

I know, so hold your chin up high.

We're high society now.

Remember to pick up the bracelet you ordered.

How are you, sir? What are you doing around here?

I'm here to tell your ex-wife

that you're suing her for custody of the children.

What?

Oh, that's great! Sofia will cry tears of blood!

Allow me to introduce you to Frank, one of the lawyers

who helped us get almost a quarter of a million dollars.

-Hi. -Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

-Lovebug. -What?

Don't be rude. Say nice to meet you.

Fine.

Face him, honey.

She's very shy.

I see that.

Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

Miss.

Miss.

I'm so happy, Maria Lucia.

I knew it was just a matter of time

before Armando went back to being the man he used to be.

You'll see.

I hate to burst your bubble, but I don't know.

But what? Don't...

Hello, ladies.

It's so nice to see you.

I've missed you so much.

I figured you were very worried about me

and that's why I'm here.

I want you to know I'm doing great

and that I've recovered thanks to your care.

-Daniel... -No, no, no.

Don't worry. Don't say anything.

There's no need.

Right, Marcela?

Nothing's changed.

You're still humiliating yourself before Armando.

Believe it or not, we're glad to know you're fine.

Yes, yes. Of course.

I can tell.

Your attitude was what pushed us away, Daniel.

My attitude, Marcela?

What did you expect from me? You sided with Armando!

You accused him without any evidence and he was arrested.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry, but I had every right to doubt his word.

Especially given what happened.

You on the other hand had no reason to abandon your brother

who'd been shot in the chest.

Marce, what was that important thing you had to tell me?

I see you're still alive, Daniel.

No! I'm an illusion, Patricia.

Didn't anyone teach you how to knock?

No, but this is incredible.

You're the only person I know who's been so close to dying

and hasn't come back a better person.

It must be because you're not human.

I'm unique.

Patricia, we'll talk later, okay?

Bye!

Daniel, what do you want? Why are you here?

I'm here to talk to Beatriz.

I need to renew my shareholder allowance.

You do know we're bankrupt, don't you?

And? What's the problem?

I won't leave until I get my money.

Armando, what happened to you? Were you in an accident?

That's none of your business. What are you doing here?

Didn't I make myself clear yesterday

when I said you're forbidden from entering my offices?

I hate to contradict you, but these aren't your offices.

Betty owns V&M. Or am I wrong?

I don't want you at V&M. Quit asking for trouble.

Relax, I'm not going to your office.

I'm going to my office.

I've decided to move my headquarters here.

What? You moved your offices here?

I'd ask you to come in, but you're not welcome there.

Hello.

No need to stand. Good morning.

Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing here?

Quit wasting my time!

Ma'am, I'm sorry to take you away from your duties,

but it's my responsibility to notify you

that Mr. Montes has asked the court for custody of his sons.

No, no. Settle down.

This two-bit lawyer is just carrying out his duties

by informing me of the facts.

That's right. It's nothing personal.

It's what I have to do.

Here's the thing, you snake.

If this involves my divorce, my marriage,

Efrain, or my sons,

you'll have to take it up with my lawyer.

If you keep trying to bleed me dry,

I'll beat you so hard you'll be asking for my forgiveness.

Ma'am, please! I come in peace!

You don't have to beat me.

Who represents you?

Her name starts with K

and ends with Karen Guervis from Chicago,

you two-bit lawyer.

How about it?

Good. I mean, that's nice.

Karen Guervis can't win all of her cases.

She's bound to lose one.

Of course.

Good day.

-Get out! -Have a nice day.

So you're a close friend of Ms. Sofia?

Oh! Relax.

Of course I am. We're very close friends.

Don't play dumb.

You went out with me

so you could get me to tell you about Efrain's lawsuit.

You only care about keeping her ex-husband's money.

And you don't even deny it. You're shameless.

Why would I deny it? I don't get it.

Besides, what you wanted to do to me was way worse.

What was I going to do to you?

Cheat on me.

And that's if I'm lucky.

I'm sure you would've dumped me somewhere.

Admit it, Frank.

If you'd met a woman with a larger bust,

you would've forgotten about me, wouldn't you?

You're angry because I'm smarter than you.

I move quickly, don't I?

You can't say you were in love with me because you weren't.

You didn't even know me.

Jenny... you're smart.

Yes, I'm very, very smart.

Have you considered that Efrain won't be happy to hear

you and I went out?

Much less that you did it to confirm

if he was actually going to win a quarter of a million dollars

and that it was only then

that you decided to get back together with him.

You look so handsome today.

You look so hot.

-Really? -Yes.

And I think it'd be a good idea

for us to talk this over in private.

Where?

Somewhere private.

We could talk about more intimate

work-related and couple-related things.

Just one smile, please.

Let me work.

It doesn't need to be ear to ear.

It can be a fake smile. I need one, though.

Yes! You've brightened my day!

It didn't take much. You didn't die or faint.

People are so rude. Just a second, please.

Hello.

What do you mean my mother escaped?

I'm on my way.

What happened?

Where are you going? Is everything okay?

What can I do for you, Mr. Daniel?

I didn't know you were coming.

I thought you were going to ask about my recovery first.

Did you know I was shot?

Yes, and I also heard you falsely accused Mr. Armando.

In any case, do you need anything?

I don't want to be rude, but you know I'm very busy.

Yes, I understand, Beatriz.

You're trying to save the company

you and Armando almost destroyed,

but you've also ventured into the modeling, haven't you?

Mr. Daniel, I'm going to have to ask you to...

No, I'm not here to criticize you.

It's quite the opposite.

I want to congratulate you. It's a great campaign.

Beatriz, I did a lot of thinking while in the hospital.

I reflected on my actions.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

And I think we should both give ourselves a second chance.

That's why I'd like to ask you to lunch.

Mr. Daniel... don't worry. There's no need for you to.

I insist.

I'd like to apologize for the way I treated you.

I promise you that from now on

things will be different between us.

What do you say? Do you accept my invitation?

Tell me, Roberto, why did you ask to meet me here?

I met with Armando...

and he suspects you had something to do

with the theft of the designs of our previous collection.

You don't think that's true, do you?

Let me finish.

Armando organized a meeting with an Indian businessman

and this man told us a very dark and complex story.

I don't understand. What's that got to do with me?

It turns out that an Indian company,

which turned out to be the one that manufactured

the collection that was stolen from us, that company,

was unluckily the victim of a short circuit

and many workers there died and couldn't save themselves

because they were kept locked up like slaves.

That's horrible! Why are you telling me that?

I don't own any Indian companies.

Daniel... ever since your parents died

I've loved you as if you were my own.

It'd hurt me deeply to realize you've done something so low.

How can you think I'd do something like that?

Armando made all that up.

I'm a respectable man and you know it.

You're losing your credibility in the textile industry.

Rumor has it you're running out of investors.

Daniel, be very careful.

If you've done something wrong,

there's still time to remedy it.

Rumor has it that you could be implicated

in a very serious investigation.

Daniel, I want to and I need to believe in you.

The lawyer said Efrain wants to take my sons away.

If he does that, I'll die.

And then I'll come back to life to kill him and then...

Calm down!

That's precisely what they want.

They want you to lose your cool, for you to hurt him.

Calm down.

If you fall for that, then we've lost.

You'd be handing them a victory.

Right now, they have nothing against you.

Much less after we get married.

Calm down.

Calm down, sweetheart.

I'm going to call my lawyer so she can tell me what to do.

It'll be okay.

I'll handle this mess and Efrain.

What are you going to do?

Don't worry about it.

But...

It'll be fine. Don't worry.

But Charly...

It's fine.

Cold, cold. Keep going.

Warmer, warmer.

Where am I going?

Turn to your right.

Hot, hot! You burned yourself!

Joaquin, what are you doing here?

Hello, neighbor.

Do you like it?

Since I'll be in New York for a while,

I've decided to rent this office. What do you think?

It's very... pretty and nautical.

And it's a great location close to you.

What's the matter, Betty?

Don't you like that I rented this office?

No, that's not it.

I'm just surprised.

I'm sure many others at V&M will be surprised too.

You're very close now.

Do you care so much about Armando's opinion?

No, it's not Armando's. It's everyone's.

Especially Hugo's.

He'll be upset when he finds out you're so close.

I'll handle Hugo.

But I obviously can't handle Armando.

It's pretty clear you care a lot about his opinion.

Right?

Say no more.

If you want to see me, you know where to find me.

I have to return to work.

Well, look who it is.

The man who accused me of trying to kill him.

Now's not the time, Armando. If you'll excuse me.

-You're not going anywhere! -Don't touch me!

You accused me of shooting you.

Well, here I am.

No metal bars between us.

If you have something to say to me, say it to my face.