Tears roll down Armando's face. He reaches for her hand. She pulls away just as the elevator lurches back to life. The doors open. Betty walks out without a backward glance.
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Marcela, humbled for once, sits down. The power dynamic has completely shifted. Betty is no longer the ugly duckling; she is the CEO. Tears roll down Armando's face
She pulls a small digital recorder from her jacket pocket—the same one she used to record her own therapy sessions. She hits play. The doors open
Betty turns. Her eyes are red, but dry. She has cried her last tear over Armando Mendoza.
"¡Hijueputa! He sabotaged Don Hermes' bookstore? That’s why they almost lost their house?"
"You made me believe I was worthy of love, Armando. You made me believe that my glasses, my braces, my intelligence—none of it mattered. And then you let me find out the truth from a drunk Daniel at a company party. Do you know what that feels like? To be the punchline of a joke you didn't know you were in?"