From that time on I hated her.
She rejoiced in the event, passing indifferently over your name.

You no longer existed for her, because she was no longer able to make use of you....

I wept for you, for your son whom I did not know, and also for myself, remembering my blame in the matter.

Since that day I have been another woman....

Then we came to Barcelona and I have passed months and months awaiting this moment." Her former passion was reflected in her eyes.