He returned home for his passport and caught his fiancée attacking his mother in the kitchen—revealing a truth that changed everything in an instant.

“Now you can go in peace.”

Daniel held her hands.

“I can’t leave you.”

“You’re not leaving me. You’re coming back.”

He swallowed.

“I promised you that you would never suffer again.”

Doña Clara looked at him tenderly.

“Don’t promise the impossible, son. It’s better to promise to believe me.”

That hurt.

Because it was more honest.

“I promise.”

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