Here’s a much shorter version that keeps the emotional arc and key moments intact:
Sitting on the cold floor of my empty apartment, I felt my world collapse—my job gone, my friends distant, and the man I loved had betrayed me. Everything I’d built had crumbled.
Lost in despair, I told my lawyer to let him have it all. I had nothing left to fight for.
I bought a one-way ticket to Argentina, needing to disappear. On the beach, I met Violetta—a kind stranger who took me in. Her warmth gave me hope, and I started over, working at a beach bar.
There, I met Martín. He made me smile again. One evening, he taught me to dance tango. For the first time in a long while, I felt joy.
But Violetta changed. Jealous, she kicked me out. Then I lost my job too. Betrayed again, I sold everything I had and rented a small plot of land, far from everything.
An old man helped me start over. He taught me to find peace in stillness, to root myself. But then he fell ill. Before passing, he gave me a letter: “True happiness comes when you help others grow.”
One morning, I returned to the shore and saw Martín. We didn’t speak—we just danced to the rhythm of the sea.
And in that moment, I found peace—not in love, not in escape—but within myself.
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