She received the majority of the assets—and the apartment.
Ricardo lost everything.
His job.
His reputation.
His stability.
He ended up in a small, deteriorating place, buried in debt.
One year later.
A quiet Sunday morning.
Sofía sat on her balcony, sunlight warming her face, a cup of coffee in hand.
From the kitchen came the smell of breakfast.
Her mother—healthy, smiling—called her to eat.
For the first time in years, Sofía felt something steady.
Peace.
Because in the end, she didn’t just survive.
She rebuilt.
And protected what truly mattered.
