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.

a broken laugh. For the first time, he didn’t seem powerful. He seemed like a man humiliated by his own performance.

I thought that would be the end.

But Renata looked at me with a crooked smile.

“Do you think you won, Valeria?”

I felt a strange coldness on my back.

“I didn’t come here to win. I came here to finish this.”

“No. You don’t know half of it.”

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