Three movies. Three completely different moments in their lives. Three kisses that look exactly the same, and somehow mean everything.

Culpa Mía showed us the first one: forbidden, furious, world-on-fire. Culpa Tuya turned it into something desperate, almost punishing. Culpa Nuestra just gave us the final version, and if you left the cinema (or your couch) without tears in your eyes, are you even human?

Let’s go back.

The Church Kiss (Culpa Mía) – The Birth of Chaos Location: a dimly lit confessional, rain hammering the stained-glass windows like the sky itself was trying to stop them. Noah is still wearing the white dress she was supposed to walk down the aisle in for someone else. Nick’s suit is ruined, knuckles bleeding from the fight he started the second he saw her with another man. They’re enemies. Step-siblings. A walking scandal. And yet when their lips crash together, it’s not just heat; it’s surrender. The camera spins 360 degrees around them like the world is falling away. That kiss says: I hate that I love you, and I’ll burn everything down before I lose you.
The Almost-Goodbye Kiss (Culpa Tuya) – The Breaking Point Location: the airport, minutes before Noah is supposed to board a plane and leave forever. This one hurts to watch. Nick’s hands are shaking. Noah is crying so hard she can barely breathe. They’ve spent the entire movie destroying each other: lies, betrayal, other people, pride sharper than knives. He kisses her like he’s trying to memorize her. She kisses him back like she’s saying sorry for every wound they inflicted. It’s messy, teeth-clashing, tears mixing with spit. When they pull apart, you’re 100% sure this is the end. It isn’t. Thank God.
The Wedding Kiss (Culpa Nuestra) – The Happy Ending We Manifested Location: a cliff overlooking the ocean at golden hour, fairy lights strung between olive trees, their entire found family watching through happy tears. Noah is in a simple silk dress that costs less than the drama they’ve survived. Nick’s tux is black, classic, and for once he’s smiling with his whole face, not just that half-smirk that used to make us scream. The officiant barely finishes “You may kiss the bride” before Nick is already there. And when it happens… It’s the exact same kiss.

Same angle. Same hunger. Same way his hand always finds the back of her neck, same little inhale she does right before she melts into him. Three years, a hundred fights, one near-breakup that almost killed us all, and their kiss hasn’t aged a single day. Only this time, the camera doesn’t spin. It pulls back slowly, letting us see the whole scene: Dan clapping like a proud big brother, Jenna wiping mascara off her cheeks, even Rafa (yes, Rafa) raising a glass with a grudging smile. The world isn’t falling away anymore. The world is finally, finally still.

And then the movie does something cruel and perfect: it ends with a post-credits scene.

A positive pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Noah staring at it in shock. Nick walking in, seeing her face, and dropping to his knees exactly the way he did in that church years ago; only now it’s not to beg her to stay. It’s to promise her forever all over again.

Culpa Nuestra isn’t just the end of the trilogy. It’s the beginning of everything else.

The kiss never changed because they never changed: not the core of them, not the wild, reckless, all-consuming way they love. Life threw step-sibling scandals, prison sentences, other lovers, and enough trauma to fill ten lifetimes at them… and they still kiss like the first time they admitted the world could burn as long as they had each other.

So yes, we got the happy ending. We got the wedding, the vows, the sunset, the family that finally feels like home.

But that little plus sign in the credits? That’s the real clickbait.

Because Nick and Noah’s story isn’t over. It’s just getting a whole new generation to ruin with that same damn kiss.

Be careful what you wish for, Culpables. We wanted forever. Looks like we’re about to get it.