I woke up at 3 a.m. with my pillow soaked.
I didn't remember starting to cry. I just... woke up, and the tears were already there.
The Gala dinner. My family. Sofia looking like a ghost. Monica calculating. Dad distant.
And Rafael absent.
"We... had a disagreement. He didn't want to come."
Sofia's words echoed in my head.
How long had they been married? Two months? Three? And they were already fighting. There were already cracks.
And I should have been happy. I should have been satisfied seeing their relationship crumble.
But I wasn't.
I was... empty.
Because none of that gave me back what I lost. It didn't give me back my family. It didn't give me back my innocence. It didn't give me back the Elena who believed in fairy tales.
That Elena died the day I discovered the betrayal.
And this new Elena... this new Elena was pregnant by the man who betrayed her, married to a man she barely knew, lying to the whole world.
