Her cheeks burned.

“I wanted to wake up for you,” he added.

Recovery was slow and grueling, but Lucía never left his side. She helped him walk again. Helped him relearn ordinary movements. Their forced marriage slowly transformed into partnership. The mansion, once echoing and cold, warmed with laughter.

Then Clara returned.

Elegant. Polished. Carrying a designer suitcase and a history Lucía could never compete with.

Daniel’s former fiancée. The woman who had left him years before to chase a career abroad.

“Oh, this arrangement,” Clara said sweetly when introduced. “How tragic for you, dear.”

From that day on, Clara lingered like perfume that refused to fade. She reminisced about trips. About plans. About the man Daniel had once been.

Lucía shrank inside herself.

The breaking point came one night in the kitchen.

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