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PREVIOUSLY ON BETTY LA FEA

I'm here for a job interview.

-That way. -Who are you? What agency sent you?

She's ugly.

How ugly is she? Show me her picture.

My resume is great, but my picture ruins it.

-Sign your contract. -Really?

Smile!

I'm marrying this beautiful woman!

Do you know what a man saw in my eyes?

That I have 2.5 of short-sightedness and 3.2 of astigmatism.

You won't reach the goal you promised.

We can do something. Embellish the numbers.

Wonderful.

Wonderful, Beatriz.

She's bow-legged, she's ugly, dresses horribly, looks like a vampire.

Our date tonight will be unforgettable.

-You'll auction off my car? -I'll try to get the money.

Can I count on it?

I love Mr. Armando.

We can trust her, I'm sure of it.

I need you to set up a company.

-What's the name of the owner? -Beatriz Pinzón Solano.

-I don't get it, sir. -I need your company to pay for mine.

-The Ugly Girls Club has a leader. -Ugly but together!

You'll have to win Beatriz's heart.

What are you doing?

-Beatriz? -Is Betty with you?

Don't worry. She doesn't know what we're talking about.

"Here are the instructions

"for your horror routine with Betty."

We're in her hands.

BETTY PRESENTED THE ACCOUNTS FOR REAL!!

-This isn't the balance for the board. -What about our assets?

-I protected them. -They've been seized!

You'll find my resignation letter from Ecomoda.

A beauty salon won't solve my life problems.

When you wake up, you'll look at life differently.

-It's me, Betty, the ugly girl. -Beatriz?

We have to choose Beatriz as the new president of Ecomoda.

I'll take it.

"The man of my dreams became my executioner once again."

-No. -He's leaving to forget, Beatriz.

You're in front of a crazy man who loves you.

All I'm asking for is another chance.

I love you too, sir.

I don't want him to know the whole story.

I hope you'll take care of her from now on.

And don't forget, sir, the devil is tempting.

They say only two things in life are sure,

death and taxes.

The mystery is which one hurts more.

I finally left, I vanished from their lives.

It wasn't my choice.

But today, seeing them all together seems so strange.

Well, they look sad, they look hurt.

Especially him.

This loss devastated him.

You can tell he hurts more than anyone else.

Calm down.

Betty.

Calm down.

Betty, don't go.

I can't.

I'm dead.

Betty, I'm so happy you came.

How are you?

Of course.

I'm so sorry about Mr. Roberto.

What is that woman doing here?

No, I shouldn't have come.

I don't want you to leave.

-I... -No.

Let me tell you something.

You look beautiful.

Betty, walk. The devil is tempting.

Armando.

Your dad was a great man.

In the coldness of this grave, Roberto Mendoza rests in the afterlife.

Reunited with his wife.

Well, what will we do with the messenger from the Dead Poets Society?

Starving to death, right?

This is a fateful moment.

There is no question about it.

First, Mrs. Margarita left us.

Now, Mr. Roberto.

Who will give us advice now? Tell me! Who will? Who?

Calm down now.

I hope that, with this departure,

Ecomoda doesn't finally sink.

-Listen, Lord, to our prayers. -Hear us!

And make your servants who left this world

rejoice next to you and have a privileged place.

Amen.

Look at this one.

How dare she interrupt such a sacred moment for Roberto

with her presence?

And with the biggest hypocrisy, Huguito.

-Dad! -Betty!

-I'm sorry. Sorry! -Are you okay?

I present to you Ugly Clumsy.

Betty la fea, the story continues

You're talking about Betty, my Betty.

It's incredible, right, Armando?

After she dumped you like a stray dog in the road,

you still look at her like Leo

clinging to one of the doors of the Titanic.

I won't allow you to speak about her like that.

And much less with those words.

And that goes for everybody!

If she's no longer with me, it's because she decided so.

-She must have her reasons. -Sure.

And they belong to our private life.

Are we clear?

You didn't RSVP to Ecomoda's meeting, did you?

-No. -Don't worry. You don't have to go.

In the end, you're no longer part of the family.

Mr. Roberto requested my presence.

Yes, but he won't care if you don't go.

I wouldn't go.

-Huguito, shall we? -Let's.

Betty, come on, come on.

He's calling you.

We have to bring your mom fresh flowers.

Excuse me.

Betty!

Betty.

Was that my car?

You're so dumb.

Your car must be rusting in the yards.

Your car is as old as Pachito.

She really likes antiques now.

Hey, do you take Pachito out to sunbathe in the backyard sometimes?

-Look, Bertha. -What?

Do you know what? That was my car.

And another thing I'll tell both of you, so you don't overstep,

is that he's Francisco Santamaría to you.

And my Pachito isn't that old, even if it hurts you.

No, he's not that old, but sex with him must be deep.

Deeply pathetic.

He doesn't moan, he rattles.

It's so sad.

I can't stand it.

Jerks.

Marce, Huguito, don't leave me!

Five years spent outside the country.

Thankfully, because things have changed in these past years.

Hello.

We agreed I was picking Mila up.

I know. I know perfectly well, but I couldn't resist the urge to see her.

-What? -To meet Camila.

Of course. Of course.

For example, my parents. They used to be the most beautiful thing.

They adored each other. Now, they can't stand each other.

Thank you for coming to the cemetery for me.

Not for you.

For your dad.

We inform the passengers from flight...

I discovered the key to not be let down in love

is precisely not to...

Are you two back in the saddle?

Don't tell me you're back together.

-Yes. -No.

Yes or no?

Obviously not, my dear Mila,

but your face says you'd love for that to happen.

Why? To see you getting crazy over her?

-No, please. -Mila.

Aren't you going to say hi?

I missed you so much.

I needed you so bad.

Betty.

Hi.

We missed you at your grandad's ceremony.

I know. I was at the airport on time, I swear.

The flight wasn't closed,

but the stewardess just wouldn't let me on board.

-Shall we? -Yes.

But you're not coming with me, just with your mom,

because now you'll live at your Grandpa Hermes' house.

Your grandpa set up a room for you.

-What? -He missed you so much.

-You're not kidding. -No, it's true.

No. No!

Betty, but Grandpa lives in the shit.

Don't do this to me, please.

Look...

I promise you Grandpa Hermes can visit her

every day that he wants, okay?

I don't know what I'll tell my dad.

Betty, you're good at lying to him. Tell him anything.

I know you can. Okay?

Thanks.

Your favorite chocolates.

I no longer eat chocolate.

HIGH CALORIE, HIGH-SUGAR CONTENT, HIGH IN SATURATED FAT

-You don't? -Look at that.

But thank you. Thanks. I know you'll enjoy them more than me.

-Yes. -Shall we?

Yes.

-Bye. -Let's go.

You don't know how awful that flight was.

I've never felt her so distant.

Sometimes I think it's unfair, Nicolás.

I've tried to educate her, to raise her well.

While Armando and his family, what did they do? Spoil her.

And they won.

I lost her.

Betty, look.

Look. Speak of the devil.

How about that?

That guy's a show-off, huh?

"Armando Mendoza, the most eligible bachelor."

We're not even divorced yet.

Betty, speaking of available bachelors...

Did you see the way Pati looked at me? Me?

You? Your car.

You've never posed for a magazine cover, not even when you stopped being ugly.

I've never stopped being ugly, Nicolás.

Really? Let's see.

Really.

Pretty, ugly, pretty, ugly.

No matter how hard I try, I'll always be ugly to them.

Yes, that's why they fired you from Ecomoda.

Are you asking me to leave the presidency of Ecomoda?

It was Marcela's request, Betty.

For two years now...

Actually, since Daniel passed away,

she has been insisting on that.

And, truth be told, she has every right to it.

I thought Armando told you.

How long has Armando known about this decision?

We met with Marcela about a month ago.

A month ago?

And Armando agreed?

Why wouldn't he agree?

Marcela took the presidency from me to give it to him.

And he accepted it.

I felt Marcela didn't want me to go to that meeting today.

I'm sure they'll discuss something important, right?

Poor woman. You stole her husband.

They weren't married yet.

But you went and snatched him away.

Marcela Valencia was always a ghost between us.

I get why you stand by her, she's your wife.

5 YEARS EARLIER

But thanks to her, my brother Daniel died in prison.

No, no, no. It wasn't Beatriz's fault, no.

You know what? I think you deserve an explanation.

When Beatriz called the authorities

for them to investigate what was happening in the company,

she never imagined Daniel would be in the middle of it.

Daniel was all I had.

But what do you care, right?

Don't be like that.

I do care about what you're going through.

Betty. I...

Betty!

I didn't kiss her! For the thousandth time

I didn't kiss her.

But what did you do to prevent her from kissing you?

See?

Even if you pretend,

you're still the same old dog you were your entire life.

By God, Calderón! What did you want me to do?

I couldn't do anything.

"No, I'm a gentleman, please. Don't touch me or look at me." No, man.

-No, of course. -You're right.

I suggest you tell Betty that you kissed her,

not because you're a dog, but because you're a gentleman.

You know, this wasn't the romantic dinner Betty imagined.

You know I didn't want to see him again.

No way. Just what's strictly necessary.

And just because we have a daughter.

As the nuns say, "The kiss is the least of it."

What I think made things worse

is that you got the presidency of Ecomoda, my dear.

Damn it, Calderón.

Whose side are you on?

Betty, please.

Try to behave like an adult.

I didn't kiss Marcela. Marcela kissed me.

Sure. But you didn't look mad, now, did you?

-What? -I can't believe it.

Marcela asked for my head in Ecomoda,

and you weren't even capable of telling me!

Now I understand why.

Things aren't how you think they are.

I sat with Marcela precisely to try to explain that she...

Yes? How? How? Kissing her?

Kissing her?

Beatriz, I don't understand why you don't trust me.

I left everything for you.

Don't give me that look, cause that's the absolute truth.

I left Ecomoda's presidency for you.

I left my whole circle of friends for you.

Not only that.

I left a woman at the altar for you.

If I'd known my life would be like this,

I would've stayed with Marcela...

Betty, please. Please, Beatriz.

No! Don't leave!

I didn't mean to say that.

On the contrary, thanks.

You finally said what you really feel.

What I really feel is that you're the woman of my life.

The woman of your life? That woman is Marcela Valencia.

With her you wouldn't have left the precidency, your world.

-Stay there! -In the presidency?

With Marcela!

Beatriz, please.

This can easily be fixed. It's a misunderstanding.

Besides, when you drive mad, you go crazy.

Beatriz! Beatriz!

Are you going to run me over?

Are you going to run over 20 years of marriage?

Perfect. If you don't love me...

I don't know if I can ever forgive him.

Betty.

I sacrificed myself to move this company forward.

I never had time for Mila or for him. That's why I lost them.

But you can still get them back, Betty.

Look, I think you're still in love with him.

-Me? -Yes, yes.

Don't say you're not.

I've seen you here, crying on my chest all this time.

And I think that guy loves you too.

You think?

Don't eat the... You ate them.

Nicolás.

Mila wasn't going to eat them.

She's a healthy girl now.

Who wants guaro?

-Do you want guaro? -Of course.

BETTY, INCOMING CALL

Voicemail system. Leave your message after the beep.

Shut up.

Happy birthday to you

Okay, come on! Blow, blow, Camilita.

Make a wish. Don't forget about your godfather.

Great! Bravo!

Good job. Now, let's cut the cake.

Mr. Hermes, do me a favor and cut a piece of cake.

Please, Mr. Hermes.

BETTY: IS MILA OKAY?

BETTY: SHE'S NOT PICKING UP

MILA, CALLING CELLPHONE

-What's your name? -What?

-What's your name? -Mila!

Let's not make it obvious that I'm falling for you.

ARMANDO: SHE'S FINE.

ARMANDO: SHE'S ALREADY SLEEPING.

ARMANDO: I WAS HAPPY TO SEE YOU.

ARMANDO: PLEASE BE THERE TOMORROW

BETTY: THANK YOU

BEATRIZ PINZÓN TAKES OVER ECOMODA'S PRESIDENCY

WILL SHE BE ABLE TO SAVE IT?

IN AN UNCERTAIN CLIMATE, ECOMODA'S MANAGEMENT TAKES A NEW DIRECTION

NEW SCANDAL FOR THE VALENCIA FAMILY

MARCELA VALENCIA SPEAKS UP

My brother is innocent of money laundering.

Twenty-five years in prison is an injustice.

I will make sure Daniel is free again.

-Wait, please. -Wait. Don't go.

BEATRIZ PINZÓN RESIGNS ECOMODA PRESIDENCY

ECOMODA AGONIZING WILL IT DEFINITELY SHUTDOWN?

I discovered the key to not be let down in love

is precisely not to...

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HALLWAY, MEETING ROOM, STAIRS

It was, to me, my whole life

Like the spring sun My hope and my passion

If she'd at least gone

to the funeral to offer condolences, but no.

Stop it, Freddy.

After all these years, consider her dead and that's it.

If I knew where she was buried, believe me,

I'd know where to take her flowers.

Freddy. Freddy, look at me. I'm talking to you.

How much therapy have you done to solve the issue?

And nothing has helped. Or am I wrong?

I did reflexology, nothing.

-Nothing. -That podiatry one, nothing.

-Nothing. -Tibetan bowls, much less.

-No, of course. -Nothing has worked

to help me overcome this absence that is still present in my life.

Well, let's look at the stars and see what happens.

I knew that in the world The humble joy couldn't fit

Correspondence is downstairs.

Look, Fake Blondie, by God.

This man has a swamped astrological chart.

My dreams...

Swamped? He's already drowned and is at the bottom of the ocean.

Stop it.

-Seriously, Bertha? -Really, hear this out.

"Emotions are spilling out like an overflowing river

"in his emotional world."

What a pity. How horrible.

-Horrible. -Poor Freddy.

But you know what?

I have great news to brighten up your day.

Wow. Is it time for a promotion?

You have to work this Saturday.

-What? Again? -What? Again?

And I'll see you too.

What? Why?

Too bad! We're short-staffed.

I can't stand this fake blondie.

The fake blonde was the one who left him for being insignificant.

Stop making fun of my Pachito.

Jerks.

Hey, you're the worst.

When I party hard, this turns into a like-fest.

It's like I have no right to...

-Oh, man. -It's fine.

It's all good. Relax. Relax, my queen. It's no biggie.

Great outfit.

It's my own design.

And is the former bug coming?

Why are you looking at me like that?

What bothered you more? The bug thing or the former thing?

She told me she wasn't coming.

Mr. Roberto said everyone should be present.

Yes, but you can't force her.

It's a shame, because a meeting without Betty

is like a catfish sandwich without the catfish.

I mean it because she gives it substance, flavor.

It wouldn't be tasty without her.

Good morning, girls.

-Betty! -Betty!

Speak of the devil.

-God. -Sorry I couldn't say hi yesterday.

You look so pretty. Good to see you.

Thank you.

Well, intermittent fasting, sensible meals,

and Jupiter rising, that's pure empowerment.

But you don't look well to me, and I was about...

Betty's here.

The meeting started a while ago.

I wanted to come earlier,

but Nicolás was delayed and I had to come on my own.

No. Was Nicolás going to pick you up with that gorgeous car? Yes?

That guy's been incredibly successful.

Tell us, is he married?

That man is a catch.

Yes.

What? Like I care.

But is he married or not, Betty?

No, he's not married. But you are, right?

She's married and changing diapers.

Well...

Betty, shall I take you to the meeting room?

No, it's not necessary. Thanks.

-We'll talk later. -Okay.

I was in London airport, at Heathrow.

Good morning. Sorry for being late.

Good morning.

I'll close the door,

because bugs are getting in.

Have a seat.

Betty, how are you?

Actually, Mario will be helping us with some advice these days.

Days that seemed like years.

Because you give him an inch and he'll take a mile.

Well...

Since we're all here,

I want to inform you that Ignacio Ortiz will be joining me today.

He's close to the Valencia family.

He's a very well-prepared young man and

he'll help me from now on with everything for Ecomoda.

Marge, is darkness ahead?

Do we know him?

I introduced him to Roberto a few years ago.

For him to be president of Ecomoda, but he lacked experience.

Now he has it.

Good morning.

Hello.

Wowza.

Hey, if you're coming for the casting,

go straight to get your contract signed.

I'm looking for the meeting room.

Excuse me. They're waiting for me.

Positive for ATY.

All that's yummy.

#ATY, ALL THAT'S YUMMY

ATY.

According to my research, Ecomoda needs to diversify its offer

to be able to rise up and, eventually, go global.

And if you look a bit deeper, Ignacio,

you'll see that the problem here

is our president's fault,

who does nothing.

And the brand, Hugo.

The brand, unfortunately, is too worn out.

-Just like the designer. -Don't take it out on me.

I'm sorry.

Mils!

Where did you leave the bike, the tiger and the horse?

Come over here.

-I love seeing you too, Huguis. -You look divine.

-You too. -My beautiful girl.

Look. I want to introduce you. This is Ignacio Ortiz, my advisor.

Ignacio, our daughter, Camila.

Nice to meet you.

Armandaddy!

Careful, Camila.

-Take your shades off. -No, Betty, I'm photosensitive.

But not tequila sensitive, huh? Because...

Where were you, girl?

It's just that, after you called,

a friend called her and they went out, right?

Sir, I think we can start now, right?

No, no.

-Someone's missing. -Who's missing? Who could it be?

Hi!

María Beatriz!

Hugo!

You look divine!

You almost didn't make it.

-This is Ignacio Ortiz. -Nice to meet you.

-My pleasure. -Mine too.

-María Beatriz. -Armando.

Long time no see.

Betty?

You look good.

Thanks. How are you, María Beatriz?

You have a good touch.

Thank you.

Marge, this Nacho is holy moly, wanna dip him in guacamole.

You're going straight to hell.

He's obscenely younger than you.

-Careful. -But he's... Come here.

Armando.

-Yes. -Why didn't you tell me

that Marcela had another candidate for the presidency for years?

Other than you.

If you'd answered my calls, you would've known by now.

People. People.

-I think we can start this meeting. -Yes, of course.

Yes.

All my properties outside...

But you're closer.

Shut up. I can't hear.

...go to Camila,

according to the percentages set by the law.

As for my shares in Ecomoda,

they will be split in three equal parts.

One for my son, Armando.

One for my granddaughter, Mila.

And the third one for Betty.

-What? -Did you know this?

You kept that quiet very well.

Mila has to be trained by Hugo,

so she can eventually lead the design department.

Excuse me?

I love it! Huguis, we'll work together.

Also, I'd like Betty to return to the company

as its president.

We were unfair to her

after the excellent job she performed.

I am deeply sorry that her departure generated so much displeasure

between her and her husband, Armando,

but mainly between her and her daughter, Mila.

If Betty or Mila don't accept,

two thirds of my shares will go

to a charity institution.

In that case, Marcela would be the biggest shareholder of the company.

Or the doll she brought in, with a new full say.

Many of you don't know that Ecomoda

is currently going through its worst financial crisis.

This is, partly, an inheritance from Daniel's bad business dealings.

Unfortunately, I have to recognize that my son Armando

didn't do much to revert the situation.

Thanks, Dad.

Anyway, I'm convinced that in Betty's hands,

and counting on Mila's promising talent,

our company will bloom again.

Mr. Roberto set a deadline of 15 days

for Miss Camila and Betty to make a decision.

No, no, no. I don't need 15 days.

-I accept. -Mila.

Me too.

What are you talking about, María Beatriz?

Well, if Roberto said so, it's okay. I trust him a lot.

Did you get your brain frozen or what?

Roberto is dead, María Beatriz!

No.

-He switched shapes. -No.

He's here with us.

-Namaste. -No more "tea," okay?

Excuse me. Your name is María Beatriz Valencia?

Yes, yes.

Now that I see you, have we met?

We might have partied in Ibiza or something.

No, I don't think so. No.

Look, the thing is you're backing Mr. Mendoza's proposal

to let Mrs. Pinzón be the new president.

Do you want me to explain it better so you can think about it a bit?

Okay?

-I understand. -Yes?

I don't understand much, but I know

that you want me to support you with this.

As your sister, as the only Valencia left.

What are you doing?

Get to work right now,

because we're not paying you to gossip here.

We're not charging you. Don't worry.

-Okay, okay. -You're so annoying.

Excuse me.

Don't come looking for me when you need information later, okay?

What was that?

Yes, I'm still listening to the report.

I do think Betty is good.

And for my financial interests, it's good that Ecomoda keeps producing.

So I can keep getting my monthly check.

I'm sorry, sister.

Marge, say something!

I can't believe you're doing this to me.

I know I have no decision-making power.

All I'm asking is to keep Ignacio in mind

as VP of Finance.

-Man. -Okay, approved!

-What? -So we're all happy.

I approve Betty being president,

as long as the Adonis is VP of Finance.

I also approve it.

-You what? -Well, yes.

-But... -Yes.

I know I have no vote or Botox,

but don't forget I'm Ecomoda's star designer.

I have every right to give my opinion.

So I approve.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to accept.

Excuse me?

Dang. This is...

I'm not going to be Ecomoda's president.

You're not accepting Ecomoda's presidency?

Why?

I don't think it's fair to Armando.

He's barely been president for two years.

He needs more time to straighten Ecomoda's path.

But why won't you accept, Betty?

-You're really good. -María Beatriz, please.

-How can you do this to me? -Look!

Who understands you?

They're trying to get to the top, and when they...

Apparently, Betty won't accept the presidency.

-What? -So dumb.

Careful with her, Fake Blondie.

Didn't I tell you they'd offer her the presidency?

But sure, since you don't believe in my stars...

It's either that or Ecomoda goes bankrupt.

-What? -What?

-What? -No.

Ecomoda can't go bankrupt. What will happen with my pension?

I'm a single woman with three kids. That can't happen.

I'll have to start doing therapy or get into a cave and hibernate.

What will happen to my trip to San Francisco to celebrate Pride?

And what will happen to my car?

-No. -No.

No.

Freddy, what are you doing?

Marge, what happened to Roberto?

Look, I have no problem teaching Mila,

but teaching her for what?

To be my replacement? Forget it.

Betty, you don't have to make a choice now.

Take your time, but think it through.

Sir, let me tell you

that we're lucky to have dodged having Betty snooping around the company.

-Okay. -Of course we did.

Why don't you reconsider your decision?

Why don't we go out to dinner?

-Yes? My treat. Let's talk. -Okay.

Don't you think?

Okay.

Have you made a decision?

The decision is there's no decision.

Taking into account the share division that Mr. Mendoza left,

66.8% of shareholders present in this meeting

approve Mr. Roberto's proposal.

And the 33.2% left,

represented by Mrs. Valencia here present,

who has control of her late brother's shares,

rejects the proposal.

So it's fair to say that, right now,

we depend on Mrs. Betty's decision.

I told you and I'll say it again. I can't accept this proposal.

You're only thinking about yourself.

-Don't say that. -No?

Do you realize that this is my dream,

that this is the family company,

and that we're about to lose it over your decision?

Great, Betty. Great.

I sacrificed my family to give everything to this company!

You put me aside, unfairly.

And now that you need me,

you expect me to come back without objections or considerations?

I'm really sorry

if my decision has disappointed you.

Why won't you accept?

Betty, the company needs you, and so do we.

Of course.

I'm so sorry, girls, but I...I can't.

How come you can't?

-Betty, please. -Betty.

Sir.

Betty, accept it.

Don't leave, please.

It's not fair to you.

I can give up the presidency if it means I get you back.

If it wasn't Marcela who asked for my head and put you as president,

who was it?

It was Dad.

During his absence, he decided to give me a second chance,

but with the video, maybe you noticed

that he regretted it.

But you surely thought

it was Marcela because of the kiss you saw.

A kiss that never happened, because I didn't kiss back.

I don't know why she did that.

It was absurd.

How can I make you believe me?

You really didn't want to stay with Marcela?

How could I?

Why would I want that?

-Because you said you left her for me. -No.

No.

That night we were enraged.

We were doing and saying things that should have never been done or said.

If you remember, that night I also told you something important.

That you're the woman of my life.

The woman of my life.

What are you doing?

All these years, you made me a better man.

That's why all I yearn for is

to live for you.

To live because of you.

And, if you allow me,

to live with you.

When these elevator doors open,

you'll run away from me.

And that's what I'm preventing right now.

Beatriz.

See you later, Laura.

Hi, my love.

Won't you introduce me?

Hi.

Beatriz Pinzón Solano.

Your love's ex-wife.

What was that?

Betty! Betty!

Betty! Betty!

Betty!

You'll never guess what just happened.

That lawyer that looks like an abandoned doll in a yard

-stole a kiss from Mr. Armando. -Betty!

Betty, Betty. Please, Betty.

I was the woman of your life, right?

Betty, please. Don't do it again.

-Me? -Yes.

Yes, yes.

Beatriz, please. Majo is Ecomoda's legal adviser, nothing else.

No, sure. She's not your new girlfriend.

-No, sure. -Girlfriend?

No! What girlfriend?

-No, no, no! -The one you just kissed.

After kissing me!

No, I didn't kiss her.

The elevator doors opened,

and I don't know why that crazy lady came to kiss me!

I don't get it!

Beatriz.

Beatriz, please, I beg you with all my soul.

I've spent a long time trying to fix things.

Let's fix them, but you have to trust me.

I love you.

I love you with all my soul. Please, forgive me.

-I forgive you. -Thank you.

But I won't stay in this vicious circle.

No, but...

No, no. Don't leave. I don't want to lose you.

My love, okay? Please.

Right now, all that matters is what I want.

-That's why... -And I want a divorce.

No, come on. Let's talk. My love.

-Mrs. Betty. -Betty.

-Thank you. -Yes, here.

Betty, don't leave like this.

Really. Baby.

My love. My love.

"What mindset can you have at the start of your day

other than to expect fate to slap you in the face and show you

that each time you dream, it's to wake up in hell?"

"The person writing this journal today is a collection of several pieces

of what once was a woman."

"Today, I understand that my life is no more than a cycle

where tragedy repeats itself in a crueler way each time around."

"It's like I never learned from my pains, my past deaths."

"I no longer have breaths to resurrect."

"It's not worth it."

"And not just because the man of my dreams

became my executioner once again

and condemned me again to solitude and pain."

"It's history repeating itself ever since I was born."

"Betty."

Mommy.

"I leave this letter to you

"because I don't know if I'll make it to your birthday.

"I would like to leave...

"relaxed, seeing you happy,

"but I can see you're sad,

"and you don't deserve that.

"You stopped being yourself.

"To prove to that family what you were capable of doing."

"You put on your important lady costume

"and forgot about yourself.

"I know you didn't want to be a stay-at-home wife like me.

"And that you didn't want to lose your family either.

"You used to laugh so much. You were happy.

"You had so little. But you were happy.

"It's not too late, honey.

"Go back to being who you were.

"The best of them all.

"My Betty.

"The Betty you always were."

Why are you doing this to me, sir? What did I do?

It's useless for you to be so bright if you're so ugly!

Betty la fea, the story continues

Betty la fea, the story continues