The man who once promised her forever.
The man who looked away as their newborn daughter, Sofia, died in her arms.
The man who left soon after, claiming she was “too damaged” to be a wife or a mother.
Now, his expression was sharp with disdain.
The expensive scent of his cologne clashed cruelly with the mud dripping from her clothes.
“Look at you,” he continued. “Buying groceries like a desperate housewife. Couldn’t even keep a proper husband.”
His gaze dropped to her stomach, and his smile twisted.
“And you actually found someone foolish enough to get you pregnant. We both know your body can’t handle that. You’ll lose this one too… just like our daughter.”
The words hit harder than the water. Emília felt her chest tighten, memories of hospital halls, unbearable pain, and endless silence flooding back. But she didn’t collapse. She stayed standing.
In the passenger seat, Valéria — the former affair now proudly titled “executive assistant” — laughed loudly, flashing designer sunglasses and a handbag worth more than Emília’s monthly expenses.
“Oh wow, Ricardo,” she mocked. “Is this the ex? What a sight.”
The SUV sped away, spraying more muddy water as it disappeared down the street.
Emília remained there for a moment — soaked, shaking… but not defeated. Continue reading…
