My hands trembled. Five years of marriage. Five years carrying the guilt of not being able to have children. Five years believing I was the one who had failed.
Doctor after doctor. Tests, injections, treatments. Always me. According to everyone, he was perfect.
Until one day he came home with a cold look and a brief decision. He didn’t want to continue. He needed a woman who could give him a child.
Soon after, Jessica appeared. His secretary. Always smiling, always understanding.
He threw me out. He took away my dignity. He erased me.
In the eyes of the world, I was the barren wife who had been abandoned. And Franco, the successful CEO who had suffered in silence.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was calm, but my eyes were burning.
“You want me to see a real family, Franco? I’m going to show you one.”
The day of the party arrived at the Main Ballroom of the Presidente InterContinental Hotel in Mexico City. The chandeliers sparkled, champagne flowed endlessly, and the elite were in attendance.
Businessmen, politicians, media, and relatives who once greeted me with respect now only whispered.
Franco stood in the center of the stage. Impeccable suit, confident posture, microphone in hand, like a king before his kingdom.
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