Rafael took a slow step forward.
“Lucía?”
The woman turned.
Her face was bare—no makeup, no pretense. Time had softened her features, etched a few gentle lines around her eyes. But her gaze…
It was the same.
Calm. Steady. Unshaken.
It was her.
Lucía Morales.
His ex-wife.
Seven years ago, Rafael had signed the divorce papers without hesitation.
Back then, he was a rising executive with dreams too big—at least in his own mind—for a woman like her.
“You’re too simple,” he had told her coldly.
“Too slow. You don’t fit the world I’m building.”
She had stood there silently while he packed his ambitions and left her behind with a modest house and no alimony. He didn’t look back.
And now—
Here she was.
A cleaner.
Something twisted in his chest—but pride quickly crushed it.
A smug smile spread across his face.
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