If we push back, she’ll expose everything. ”
Marcus signed the divorce papers without reading them. Full custody of their daughter to Carmen. All assets transferred.
His mother’s desperate calls faded into background noise. He sat on the couch, the empty room closing in. The memory of that night in the bar came back—Carmen in her worn dress, strong and independent. He’d thought she was naive.
She was the one who saw through him from the start. He had mistaken power for love. He had chosen his ego over the woman who supported him when no one else did. And now, in the wreckage of his life, he understood: Carmen hadn’t lost.
She’d never been the one losing. It was him. All along, it was him.