The cold morning light seeped through the small barred window of the cell. Sophia sat in the corner, her hair disheveled, eyes fixed on the wall in front of her. She mumbled disconnected phrases, as if speaking to someone invisible.
They can't be happy without me... they can't... Eduardo is mine. He always has been.
The other inmates watched her from a distance, some with fear, others with pity. Sophia alternated between moments of absolute silence and outbursts of fury. When she remembered Elisa, hatred seemed to burn within her like an uncontrollable fire.
I'll still destroy her... she whispered, clenching her fists until her nails marked her skin. Not even motherhood will save her from me.
However, no matter how much she insisted on her delusions, the cold prison walls reminded her of reality: she was locked up, powerless, watching from afar as Eduardo's happiness was being built. But in her distorted mind, she still believed she could win.
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