I nodded.
He said nothing more. He took my hand and went inside with me.
My aunt Carmen was the first to see it. She froze. The glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.
My mother came out ready to scream… until she saw him. Her face went pale.
Alejandro stepped forward and extended his hand with a chilling calm.
” Alejandro Vega, ” he said. “Hanna’s husband.”
The silence was absolute.
My brother Bruno stood halfway up the stairs, speechless. My mother blinked, unable to process the sentence.
Alejandro took a small velvet box from his pocket and handed it to me. Inside was a key and a label from a high-fashion brand that hung by the door.
“I know exactly what she’s done,” he said, staring intently at my mother. “And this isn’t going to end here.”
Before leaving, he added with perfect coldness:
“I’m taking my wife. We’ll talk tomorrow… about consequences .”
