He took off his wedding ring and threw it directly at Isabel’s face.
—I’m leaving. I’ll never acknowledge these bastards again.
Keep your dark-skinned children.
From today on, you no longer have husbands.
That same night, Roberto left.
He cut off all financial support, evicted her from the mansion, and left her on the street with five crying babies in her arms.
Isabel’s life became a living hell.
He returned to a small rural town in Veracruz.
But because of their appearance, his sons—Miguel, Gabriel, Rafael, Uriel, and Samuel—became the target of ridicule and humiliation throughout the community.
« Here come the devil’s children!
» « The little black children! »
The children were returning from school crying.
—Mom… why are we like this? Why did Dad abandon us? —asked Miguel, the oldest.
Isabel hugged them tightly. Her hands were already rough from washing other people’s clothes and working the land to feed them.
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