Three Years Ago, Her 7 Children Were Thrown into the River by Her Own Husband…

—My children…! Give me back my children!

No one answered.

Only the sound of water hitting the stones… and the echo of a past that could never be buried.

Three years ago, Valeria Mendoza was a nobody.

Or at least that’s what they led him to believe.

Married to a powerful man, surrounded by luxuries that were not hers, she lived in a big house… but with her soul in pieces.

That night, her husband, Sebastian Cruz, looked at her with contempt, holding some papers in front of her face.

“Here it is. Clear proof,” he said coldly. “Those children are not mine.”

Valeria was trembling.

—Of course they are! Sebastian, I swear to God!

But he just laughed.

And beside her, Lucia… the woman who always looked at her with poison in her eyes… took a step forward.

“Valeria, if you wanted to find another man, you could have at least been discreet,” she said with a crooked smile.

“Shut up!” Valeria shouted. “You know that’s not true!”

“Oh, really?” Lucia replied, crossing her arms. “Then explain to me… why doesn’t anyone believe you?”

Silence was the verdict.

Sebastian looked at her for the last time… without love, without doubt, without anything.

“Kneel down,” he ordered.

Valeria felt like the world was crashing down on her.

-That…?