Chapter 2 - The Mask Of Innocence
In less than a heartbeat, Rebeca’s furious snarl melted away into a soft, innocent smile.
She smoothly lowered the mop stick, leaning it casually against the grand archway as if it were nothing more than a cleaning tool she had accidentally misplaced.
"Julián, darling!" Rebeca gasped, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she rushed forward, her red dress swishing against the white tile. "You're back early! Thank God you're home!"
Julián didn't move. His jaw remained clenched, his dark eyes fixed on his wife with piercing suspicion.
On the floor, Doña Estela clutched Marisol's apron, her grey hair disheveled and her frail frame trembling uncontrollably.
"Julián..." Rebeca continued, lowering her head with a delicate sigh of tragedy. "Your mother had another violent episode. She became confused, threw her soup across the kitchen, and tried to attack poor Marisol. I was only holding the stick to keep us safe."
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Doña Estela let out a choked sob, clutching Marisol tighter. "She's lying, Julián... she deprives me of my heart medicine..."
👉 Would Julián fall for his wife's convincing lie, or would he trust his sobbing mother?
