PART 1
“Your mistress is pregnant, and you brought me here just so your family could watch you humiliate me?” Those were the first words I said when I saw Valeria sitting in my chair at the head of the dining table inside the Santillán family home in Lomas de Chapultepec. I had spent the entire afternoon preparing almond mole, white rice, cactus salad, and cajeta flan, trying one more time to earn the approval of a family that had always looked at me as though I was unworthy of their name. But my husband, Alejandro Santillán, did not even have the shame to look away.
Valeria sat there in an emerald dress, wearing a false smile, one hand resting on her stomach while the other held my husband’s hand. Doña Graciela, my mother-in-law, smiled as if justice had finally been served.
“She can give my son a child, Mariana. You have failed him for years.”
The marble floor seemed to vanish beneath me.
“Alejandro, tell me this is some kind of joke.”
He rose from his seat, polished, cold, and cowardly.
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