Chapter 4: A New Beginning

Two weeks later, my son was born.
I named him Mateo.
The moment I held him, everything else faded.
The fear.
The anger.
The past.
All of it dissolved in the warmth of his tiny fingers curling around mine.
My father stood beside me, quieter than I had ever seen him.
“He’s perfect,” he murmured.
“Yes,” I said softly. “He is.”
Outside, the legal battle continued.
Santiago tried to fight.
He failed.
Every piece of evidence buried him deeper.
Eventually, he accepted a plea deal that ensured he would never come near us again.
Beatriz lost everything she had spent her life protecting.
Their world—their legacy—was gone.
May you like
Not because of revenge.
But because of truth.