“Mr. Cárdenas… there’s more. Carmen didn’t just survive on the street.
She gave birth in a public hospital with no anesthesia because she couldn’t afford it. After that, she lived in a women’s shelter for six months.
Then she started picking up recyclables with the twins strapped to her body every single day… just to buy milk for them.”
Alejandro could barely speak.
“Where is she now?”
“I’m sending you the coordinates. But sir… be careful. She’s changed. The woman you’re about to meet is no longer the soft, loving wife you remember. She’s a mother who survived hell.”
Alejandro ended the call.
He stared at the photo of Carmen holding their sleeping twins — the children he never knew existed.
Tears streamed down his face.
All this time, while he was living in luxury with Valeria, attending parties and closing billion-peso deals, the woman who had loved him purely was fighting every single day just to keep his children alive.
He stood up, wiped his face, and walked out of his office like a man marching to war.
Valeria called him at that exact moment.
“Babe, where are you? I bought the new Birkin you promised me—”
Alejandro’s voice was ice-cold and terrifyingly calm.
“We’re done, Valeria. If I ever see your face again, I will destroy you in ways you can’t even imagine.”
He hung up before she could respond.
Then he got into his car and drove toward the coordinates the investigator sent.
Toward the woman he had abandoned.
Toward the twins he had unknowingly left to starve on the streets.
Toward the reckoning he knew he deserved.
