The day my marriage ended, I walked out with nothing but the clothes on my back and a silence heavier than any argument. Five years together, and Alejandro didn’t even ask me to stay. No shared property, no children, no ties to bind me to the house in Curitiba—a place that had once felt like a fresh start when I arrived from Salvador. Now, it was just a cold, unwelcoming shell under the bright sun.
Doña Carmen stood on the terrace, her expression one of victory. Luciana smirked, barely concealing her satisfaction. Alejandro? He didn’t even show his face. Whether he stayed inside or fled to avoid the moment, I’ll never know. I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. I simply lowered my head, said a quiet goodbye, and walked toward the iron gate.....
