Their dad is never around. He doesn’t know what they eat, he doesn’t know when they have nightmares, and he doesn’t even know that Daniela hasn’t slept well for two months.
Emiliano felt those words pierce his chest.
Because they were cruel.
And they were also true.
She had filled the house with luxuries, but she hadn’t seen the fear in her daughters’ eyes.
Patricia continued:
—Emiliano believes me. He always believes me. A couple of tears, a sad face, and that’s it. Rosa leaves, you all stay quiet, and after the wedding, I’ll be his new mom.
Martina denied it desperately.
—You’ll never be our mom.
Patricia’s expression distorted.
He grabbed her wrist tightly.
Rosa reacted instantly.
—Let her go!
Patricia pushed Martina towards the armchair and turned on Rosa.
—See? This is exactly what I’m going to tell Emiliano. That you’re aggressive, that you want to take my place, and that you’re using his daughters to get money.
Rosa no longer lowered her head.
