Chapter 3 - The Cold Confrontation
Julián bypassed Rebeca entirely, stepping firmly between his wife and the two women on the floor.
He knelt down beside Doña Estela, placing a large, gentle hand on his mother’s fragile shoulder while glaring up at Rebeca with ice in his veins.
"I saw everything with my own eyes, Rebeca," Julián whispered, his voice low, steady, and terrifying. "You weren't defending anyone. You were about to hit my mother."
Rebeca’s sweet smile vanished, replaced instantly by a sharp, defensive scowl. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, stepping closer to them.
"Are you going to believe a senile old woman over your own wife?" Rebeca snapped, her tone dripping with venom. "She forgets her own name half the time! Ask Marisol! Tell him, Marisol!"
Marisol kept her head bowed over Doña Estela, her face pale as snow. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as she felt Rebeca’s glaring eyes burning into her skin.
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"Answer her, Marisol," Julián commanded softly. "Tell me what really happens in this house when I'm away."
👉 Was the young maid too terrified of Rebeca to finally speak the truth?
