In the ER, my husband chose another woman over me—so I signed my own surgery papers, took off my ring, and by the time he came back, everything had already changed

in Houston.

“Clara,” I whispered, “I want to leave.”

She didn’t ask a single question.

“I’ll get you out today.”

That afternoon, I signed the transfer papers on my own.

Before they took me away, Alejandro’s assistant showed up.

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

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

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