Demo Scene – Martín Confronts Verónica – Chapter 62 – ''Olvidando a Verónica''

Verónica was left stunned as she saw Martín arrive at her apartment with an ecstatic look on his face.

—Where’s Oliver? — shouted Martín. —Has he arrived?

—What’s wrong with you, Martín? —answered Verónica. —Why are you like this?

—Where’s your uncle?

—My uncle isn’t here! I’ve just gotten back from a trip…

Martín stopped to study her. —So you were traveling.

—Why? Should I have invited you?

—You’re such a cynic, Verónica! How could I not have realized all this time?

—Come on, Coco Loco, explain yourself…

—Don’t call me that! I’m not your toy! Or do you think I don’t know what you did in Santo Domingo?

Verónica stopped pretending to be surprised and put on a seductive gaze —So, you remember?

—You’re so manipulative! If you knew what I’m feeling for you right now, you’d be surprised. I can’t even believe it myself.

—Martín, why are you talking to me like this? This isn’t you.

—And this isn’t the Verónica I met; I can’t believe you planned all of this.

Verónica set aside her pride and pleading, and fell into Martín’s arms.

Verónica: Don’t you see I’ve done everything for you?

—For me; for me. Everything for you, of course! You’re obsessed!

Martín grabbed Verónica by the hand and squeezed. She cried out in pain and yielded to him. He let her go and she fell to the floor.

Verónica: Don’t talk to me like that, Martín! —a martyr’s sob— I’ve loved you since the day I met you.

—Oh yeah? You’ve only had love for me?

—For you and no one else… Isn’t it obvious?

—Then do you want to explain what this is?

Martín revealed Agustín’s watch. She faltered at the sight, trying to explain it was just a watch.

Martín: Don’t you recognize it?

—Yes, —answered Verónica without hesitation.— It’s identical to the one I gave my uncle.

—That’s what you told me the other time, when I found it right here in this living room. That it was for your uncle, but how curious that today I found it in Agustín’s room.

—Please, Martín. Are you insinuating something?

—I want you to say it.

—Why me? That watch isn’t mine. Ask your brother, not me!

—I can’t ask him because Agustín is in a coma.

Verónica: I didn’t know… in a coma? What happened?

—He had an accident at the hotel… if you want I’ll tell you which hospital so you can go see him.

—I don’t know what you’re talking about, Martín, and I don’t like what you’re doing. I won’t repeat myself. I don’t know what that watch has to do with me.

—I remember my brother very well the day of your party. He came shouting that you were a whore! Quite an accusation, don’t you think?… there’s no more obvious reason than this… —showing the watch— …to understand his behavior. You gave him another watch just like mine to make it up to him. Why? Did you and he have something? Tell me! I want to know how long I was your joke!

Verónica: NO, Martín! You were never our joke… I won’t allow you to think that.

—So? Did something happen?

—No! No, no! Nothing happened! I have nothing to do with your brother. I swear it to you, Martín!

—Listen to me well, Verónica! If I find out you and Agustín had something… it’d be better for him to stay in that bed! And you… you’d better disappear! I can’t believe I thought you were different all this time. What aren’t you capable of?

Verónica raised a wall of nerve. Martín lowered his and chose silence.

Verónica: You’re making a mistake, Martín. You shouldn’t have left me!

—Damn it, I didn’t leave you! You left me when you went and died on me! You killed everything I felt for you. You were the only one responsible for where this all ended up. From the very start of your illness, with that whole bundle of lies you made up to keep me by your side. If only you had been honest and spoken from the start, I would have supported you; I would never have left you. But you dared to play with your health—with my hope of being a father, and for what!? To be left with nothing! And once again I’m left with nothing!

Verónica: Martín! Please… calm down! It’s not too late. It’s never too late! Maybe there’s still hope for you to be a dad!

Martín laughed, dripping with sarcasm.

—No! There isn’t. I just lost my baby. Susana just lost ours and she’s lying in a bed in the same hospital as my brother.

Verónica: Martín! I’m sorry!! I didn’t know! How is Susana?

—Delicate, she lost a leg. But the doctors think she’s going to make it…

Verónica turned away, taking in the news. And it was evident that Verónica had been expecting different news.

—I’m very sorry… but even so… think about it. Not everything is lost. Maybe it’s a sign that it’s our moment to come back together.

—Are you crazy, or did the only screw you had just pop out?

—No, Martín! What happened between us in Santo Domingo can fix this whole misunderstanding. That special moment we had can bring you back that hope for life you’ve wanted so much. And who better than me—since I’m the love of your life?

Martín grabbed Verónica by the hand and, unable to control himself, shook her. Oliver entered the apartment at that moment and was alarmed by the scene. He ran to Verónica and pulled Martín away from her.

Oliver: What are you doing to her, Martín!?

Martín: Your niece is crazy, Oliver!

Verónica: Uncle! I don’t know what’s wrong with him! He’s possessed!

—I’m possessed? Oh really? Tell me, Oliver—am I so possessed that I could have stolen something from you without you noticing?

—What are you talking about, Martín? What do you mean, you stole from me?

Verónica dropped the naïve face. Martín had been summoned by Oliver in an attempt to uncover the truth.

Martín: This watch. Oliver, do you recognize it?

Oliver looked at Verónica. Her frightened eyes begged him not to expose her. But Oliver wasn’t enough of an actor to keep up the game. In truth, he didn’t understand what was happening.

Oliver: Martín, what are you talking about? Whose watch is that?

—So, Oliver… this watch isn’t yours? You’ve never had a watch like this?

Verónica was sweating cold. She hoped Oliver would lie to save her, but the lies were beginning to take their toll. Verónica was lost.

—No… I don’t know whose watch that is.

Martín had heard enough. Another lie of Verónica’s came to light. He looked at her with contempt and then vanished. Verónica knew she had lost.