Elena never raised her voice. There were no arguments, no tearful ultimatums, no dramatic exits. She stayed — for her children, not for him. She built a careful rhythm of life around small, steady acts: running her modest psychology practice, saving money in a private account, tending to the children’s studies, and keeping the home Raúl liked to show off as proof of his perfect life.
Friends envied her composure.
She would smile politely and answer, “I have what matters most — my children.”
Inside, she lived like a shadow — still, invisible, but stronger than anyone realized.
The Illusion Collapses
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