Carlos finally spoke. “Elena, please—tell him to stop. I love you!”
I stared at him, feeling nothing but clarity. “Do you? Because when I begged for help, you said nothing.”
Right there, in front of everyone, I signed the divorce papers my father’s lawyer handed me.
Carlos sank to his knees as flashbulbs exploded. For the first time, I walked away with my head high.
Six Months Later
The Montemayors lost everything. Their business collapsed. Their estate was sold. The family who once mocked me for being “beneath them” now struggled to pay rent.
And me? I returned home stronger than ever—not as Carlos’s wife, but as Elena Herrera, vice president of my father’s company.
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