I only wanted to enjoy a peaceful weekend at my beach house. But when I arrived, my sister’s husband was already there with his entire family and shouted, “What is this parasite doing here? Leave right now!” I simply smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll go.” But what happened afterward made him deeply regret those words.

She had smiled and told me to enjoy my break.

And then, apparently, she handed the keys to my house to Ricardo’s entire family as if it were some vacation rental.

“Camila,” I called out, raising my voice above the chatter in the room.
“Can we talk for a moment?”

She finally looked up, her face carefully neutral.

“Valeria, I didn’t think you’d actually come. You’re always busy with work.”

“I told you I was coming. I said clearly that I needed this weekend to rest.”

She shrugged casually, a gesture so indifferent that it made my blood boil.
“Ricardo’s family needed somewhere to stay, and the house is usually empty. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“You figured wrong.”

Ricardo stepped closer, his jaw tight.

“Look, there are fifteen people here who drove for hours from Puebla and Mexico City. You’re just one person. Do the math. Go back to Veracruz and come next weekend.”

I stared at him, at the sheer arrogance in his voice.

His relatives were watching now.

Some looked uncomfortable.

Others smirked, as if the whole scene were amusing.

Ricardo’s mother even shook her head at me like I was the unreasonable one.