The wedding dress my fiancée bought with her late mother was thrown into the pool—when my sister mocked her, what I did next shattered my family forever.

hates me.

—Not all of them.

—But your parents are protecting her.

I had no answer.

Because it was true.

That night, while Natalia was in the bath, I went down to the patio. Camila had left her laundry basket outside—jeans, blouses, dresses, school uniforms, all neatly folded.

I stared at it.

I heard her voice again:

“It was just water.”