"I was eight -months pregnant when my millionaire husband raised his hand against me again.
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Chapter 4 / 5
Chapter 4: Healing
Weeks passed.
The mansion was no longer theirs.
It never truly had been.
I didn’t stay there.
I chose something smaller. Quieter. Somewhere the walls didn’t echo with memories.
The trial moved swiftly. The evidence was overwhelming.
Santiago Rivas—the man admired by millions—was exposed as something else entirely.
The verdict came without surprise.
Guilty.
On all counts.
Beatriz followed shortly after.
Justice, for once, was not delayed.
My father visited often, though he never pushed.
“You don’t have to return to that world,” he told me one afternoon.
“I know,” I said, resting my hands over my belly.
For the first time, it felt like protection—not fear.
“I just want something real.”
May you like
He nodded.
“Then build it.”
