Chapter 3: Breaking the Chain
The police escorted Julián toward the door.
He resisted—just slightly.
Enough to show the man he truly was beneath the charm.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered.
Ernesto stepped closer, his voice low enough that only Julián could hear.
“It is.”
“For you, it’s just beginning.”
As the door shut behind them, the house fell into a hollow silence.
The mariachi band quietly packed their instruments.
No music.
No laughter.
Just truth echoing through the walls.
Valeria stepped back inside.
Every step felt unreal.
This house…
The place where she had been diminished, controlled, erased—
Now looked smaller.
Powerless.
Ofelia’s diamond necklace lay abandoned on the floor.
Valeria stared at it.
Then walked past it without a second glance.
May you like
She didn’t need to pick up anything from this place.
Not anymore.
