The mother-in-law stormed in to punish her for sleeping late—but the moment she pulled back the blanket, what she saw made her scream and drop everything

between them like a stone.

Mariana was Carlos’s half-sister.

Mrs. Hernández’s knees buckled.

She sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the note, her whole body shaking.

The wedding.

The music.

The blessing.

The ring.

Everything from the night before returned to her at once and turned into horror.

“But Carlos…” she whispered. “Carlos knew?”

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