Eight months after our divorce, my ex-husband invited me to his wedding and mocked me for “not giving him a family”—while I lay in a hospital bed beside the baby he never knew existed.

broke.

“You’re not going.”

“Yes, I’m going.”

“You just gave birth.”

“And he just made fun of my daughter without even knowing she exists.”

Marisol stared at me, holding Lucía in her arms.

“Valeria, this could get horrible.”

I stroked my baby’s cheek.

“It was already horrible. Now it’s time for it to be fair.”

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