Chapter 132 —Proof of LifeNarrator:The afternoon slowly fell over the mansion. The garden was silent, the greenhouse empty, and on the wrought-iron bench under the old jasmine tree, Sasha waited.She didn't move or speak. She just stared at the lawn, her arms crossed and her lips pressed tightly together. Roman arrived unannounced, without questions and without beating around the bush.“Were you looking for me?”“Yes.”He approached, but did not sit down. He waited. Sasha looked at him with steady eyes, although her voice trembled at first."I want us to talk. You already told me that Juliet is actually Miranda and that she is my mother. It's no longer a secret. Not for me, not for Aylin, not for anyone.Roman nodded slowly.“Okay, tell me what you want to know.”“I need you to tell me the truth, Dad. But not half-truths, not blurred truths, I want to know everything, no matter how cruel it may be.” From before I was born. No embellishments, no sweet talk. I'm not a little girl anymo

Chapter 134 — Ridiculously AdorableNarrator:Aylin was in the bedroom, putting some clothes away in the closet, when Roman walked in. His presence wasn't urgent, but he filled the space as he always did. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, with a slight smile.“Everything okay?” she asked, trying to guess the meaning behind his gaze.Roman nodded and approached her without hesitation.“I want us to go out to dinner tonight,” he said without preamble.Aylin turned to him, somewhat surprised.“Dinner out?”“Yes. You and me. Nothing else,” I replied firmly, but as if it were the most natural thing in the world.“And why is that? Is something going on?”“No,” he replied calmly. "I just want to be with you tonight.No interruptions. Don't you want to go out to dinner with me?“No, it's not that, my love, it's just that it strikes me as odd, since we never go out”It's time for that to start changing, don't you think?“ He smiled tenderly. ”I have a beautiful wife, whom I haven'

Chapter 136 —You Belong to MeNarrator:Aylin didn't bring up the subject with Dominic again. She didn't need to. His smile, his evasiveness, his silent discomfort... had already told her everything he didn't dare put into words.And Roman wouldn't say anything, not yet. She knew him well enough to know that he would protect her, yes, but in his own way. A way that inevitably left her out.So she decided to act on her own. She didn't ask questions, she didn't confront him, she just observed.She waited for Gabriel Ordoñez to leave. She watched through the side window as he got into his car and mentally noted the license plate number. Then she went to the small office in the gallery, the one where Roman sometimes left papers he didn't want anyone else to see. She found nothing, but she noticed which folders had been moved. And she took note.That night, when Roman said he had to make a call, Aylin got up without saying a word. She walked around the house in silence until she heard his v

Chapter 138 —Don't Wait for MeNarrator:Roman knew he couldn't keep quiet any longer. That continuing to protect her with silence only made things worse. Aylin wasn't a child or a bystander. She was his wife. And what was at stake was not only his freedom, but hers as well.He waited until nightfall. The house was quiet. Sasha had gone to bed early, and Amalia hadn't come up from the kitchen. When Aylin entered the bedroom, she closed the door softly. Roman was sitting, staring out the window, but seeing nothing. His rigid expression, the untouched glass of whiskey on the table, and his absent air confirmed what she had been feeling for days.She approached without speaking. She sat down next to him, crossing one leg under her body.“Can I know what's going on?”Roman turned his head slightly. He didn't seem surprised, just tired.“Yes,” he replied in a low voice. “It's time you knew everything.” She said nothing, just waited. “It's common knowledge that Miranda showed up.”But she di

Chapter 140 —The Blue ScarfNarrator:The car pulled up in front of the house with a slight crunch on the gravel. Aylin got out first. Her shoulders were tense, her hands clasped together, her stomach churning. She took a deep breath before opening the back door. As soon as she did, her brother Eros got out first, glancing quickly at the front of the house, assessing the place as if looking for key points that only he understood. He said nothing, but his eyes scanned everything carefully. Then her grandmother got out, moving slowly, without help, with the same attitude she had always had: look first, speak later.Aylin hugged them both. She wrapped her arms tightly around her brother's neck; he didn't resist, but he didn't return the gesture effusively either. He just stood there, holding her wordlessly. She kissed the woman on the cheek, more gently, more consciously. She sensed in her a steadfastness that had not worn away with the years.“They're here,” she whispered, and she steppe