That single word changed everything.
Diego mocked her, stepped closer, and without war:ning, struck her across the face. The silence that followed was heavier than the blow itself. He showed no remorse—just walked away.
That night, Elena realized her home was no longer safe.
At 1:20 a.m., she made a call she had avoided for eight years—
To Roberto, her ex-husband.
“I’m on my way,” he said.
By morning, Elena prepared breakfast—not as comfort, but as a turning point.
When Roberto arrived, they were ready.
Diego came downstairs, still arrogant, assuming nothing had changed. But this time, both of his parents stood firm.
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