After the cr3sh, the doctor said I needed urgent surgery, but my husband held another woman’s hand and muttered, “She’s always been fragile.”

“I’ll get you out today.”

That afternoon, I signed the transfer papers alone.

Before they took me away, Alejandro’s assistant arrived.

“Mrs. Montes, Mr. Alejandro sent me to see if you were awake.”

“Sofia Rivera,” I corrected. “Tell him I’m done waiting.”

I handed him my ring.

“Give this back.”

As the stretcher moved past Mariana’s room, I heard her ask, continue reading …