It wasn’t their route.
It wasn’t their world.
But it stopped.
And he observed.
Don Alejandro Cortés.
The richest man in the entire state.
Owner of land, businesses… and a surname that opened doors without needing to knock.
He had seen many things in his life.
Elegant women. Fake smiles. Perfect families.
But never…
Never anything like this.
A young woman being humiliated… stripped of everything…
and yet, without begging.
Without breaking down in front of the one who was destroying her.
That… wasn’t weakness.
That was something else.
Something that couldn’t be bought.
Something that could not be taught.
Something that was not forgotten.
Don Alejandro said nothing.
He just tightened the reins slightly… and continued on his way.
But her gaze… lingered behind.
With her.
That same night, while people at home were talking about dresses, suitors, and a big event that Doña Marta’s daughters would be attending…
Ana washed the floors.
Alone.
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