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.

Everything.”

Santiago looked at her as if he had just discovered the monster he himself had fed.

“You recorded everything.”

“Of course. I’m not Valeria.”

Everyone turned towards me.

Renata smiled cruelly.

“I didn’t trust you.”

Marisol wanted to jump on her, but I stopped her.

“Leave her alone,” I said. “She’s already chosen her punishment.”

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