Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 125

The tension in the locker room escalated quickly, and Santiago was losing control of the situation. Anastasia, visibly shaken and angry, stormed toward Isa, her expression twisted with frustration. Isa stood there, calm and composed, as if she had seen this coming. Just as Anastasia was about to lay a hand on Isa, Edson quickly stepped in between them, raising his arm to block her.

"¿Qué te pasa, Anastasia? ¡Contrólate!" Edson scolded, his voice firm and low. "No tienes derecho a ponerle una mano encima a Isa. Si tienes un problema, lo resuelves con palabras, no con esto."

Anastasia looked stunned by Edson's intervention but quickly turned her attention back to Isa, her emotions spilling over.

"¡No entiendes lo mucho que te odio!" Anastasia spat, her voice shaking. "Todo el mundo te adora, todos te quieren cerca. ¡Incluso Santiago no puede dejar de mirarte! Siempre eres tú, siempre. No importa lo que yo haga, nunca seré suficiente mientras estés aquí."

Isa stared at her, unbothered, simply listening as Anastasia vented her frustrations. She didn't respond or react, letting Anastasia get it all out.

Tears began to form in Anastasia's eyes as her voice cracked. "Eres tan perfecta para todos, ¿no? Siempre tan tranquila, tan segura de ti misma... ¿Y yo? Yo soy la que tiene que luchar por la atención de mi propio novio, mientras tú ni siquiera lo intentas y lo tienes comiendo de tu mano." Her voice broke as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Yo... no sé cómo competir contigo, Isa. Me hace sentir tan... pequeña."

Isa stood there silently, watching as Anastasia's walls began to crumble. The anger and insecurity that had built up for so long finally boiled over, and before anyone could react, Anastasia broke down entirely. She stepped forward and, to everyone's shock, threw her arms around Isa, sobbing into her shoulder.

Isa was taken by surprise, her eyes widening slightly as she looked down at Anastasia clinging to her. But despite the harsh words that had just been thrown her way, Isa's natural empathy took over. She sighed softly and hugged Anastasia back, gently rubbing her back as she comforted her.

"Está bien, Anastasia," Isa whispered, her voice calm and soothing. "No te preocupes, todo va a estar bien."

Around them, the guys were dumbfounded. Jorge leaned closer to Chucky, barely able to contain his disbelief.

"¿Qué carajos estamos viendo?" Jorge whispered, his eyes wide. "Isa... ¿abrazándola? No puede ser."

Chucky nodded, equally surprised. "No lo puedo creer. Isa es... demasiado buena para este mundo, hermano. ¡Después de todo lo que le dijo!"

Gerardo, who had been sitting close by, shook his head in disbelief, whispering to Isa as if she could hear him from across the room. "Eres una santa, Isa... no sé cómo lo haces."

Even Edson, who had scolded Anastasia moments before, stood there in silent awe. He exchanged a look with Memo, who raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed by Isa's patience.

Anastasia, still sobbing, clung tightly to Isa. "Perdón... no sé qué me pasa. Es que... todo esto me supera."

Isa continued to console her softly, unaffected by the hateful words Anastasia had spoken just moments ago. She gently patted her back, whispering, "No te preocupes, todos tenemos nuestros momentos."

The murmurs around the room continued as the guys watched the scene unfold, unable to believe what they were seeing. Isa, calm as ever, was showing once again why she was the person everyone admired—even in moments like these.

Henry and Memo had pulled Santiago aside, sensing the storm brewing inside him after Anastasia's outburst. His fists were clenched, and his face was a deep shade of red, barely containing the fury that simmered beneath the surface.