On our wedding night, I discovered scars and fresh bruises on my wife—when she told me who did it, I realized someone had just made the worst mistake of their life

in pearls, with a church smile and a tongue like a blade.

— Just look at her, — Patricia said. — One day married and already wearing the face of a martyr.

Mariana squeezed Daniel’s hand beneath the table.

Mauricio slid a black folder toward them.

— Sign here, Mariana. It’s a simple formality. Now that you’re married, it needs to be clear that you voluntarily continue reading …