“I’m not infertile,” I said quietly.

“We took tests years ago. The problem was your son. I kept that secret to protect him. I let you humiliate me.”

Then I looked at Pamela.

“So tell me… whose child is that?”

Silence fell.

Mauricio stared at her, fear replacing everything.

“Pamela… what is she talking about?”

She couldn’t answer.

I laughed softly.

“I still have the reports. Should I share them?”

Mauricio collapsed to his knees.

His perfect life—gone in an instant.

I turned to the agent.

“The sale continues. Remove everything that isn’t mine.”

I walked away without looking back.

Three months later, I was in Los Cabos, watching the sunset with a glass of wine. The money I once spent on them now belonged to my own peace, my future, my life.

Mauricio?

Living in a small rented room.

Pamela?

Gone.

The child?

Not his.

Doña Socorro?

Selling snacks outside a school.

No one helping her.

I opened his last message:

“Rebeca… please. At least send 5,000 pesos…”

I smiled.

Delete.

Block.

Because the love I once gave came from my heart—

But the freedom I now have comes from finally choosing myself.