“HER STEPMOTHER SHAVED HER HEAD SO NO ONE WOULD WANT HER… BUT THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE STATE CHOSE HER ANYWAY”

—Starting today… he will.

The wedding was simple.

Without excess.

No spectacle.

But filled with something Ana had never had:

Peace.

Months later, he returned to the ranch.

Not as a servant.

Not like a shadow.

But as the owner.

Doña Marta no longer occupied the main house.

Zara had left.

Rebecca… approached her.

“Sorry,” he said again.

This time, Ana did smile.

—It doesn’t matter anymore.

Because it was true.

It didn’t matter anymore.