Liam’s expression was impossible to read.Edgar held the silence for a moment before answering.“You’re angry,” he said calmly. “And you’re forgetting the most important thing.”He took a deep breath.“Laura still doesn’t know any of this. If there weren’t security guards surrounding her, this conversation would have happened with her first—not here.”Liam took a step forward, tension still radiating from every line of his body.“I don’t know how she’s going to react when she finds out the truth,” he said more quietly. “I’m afraid she’ll have another breakdown. You left the party—you didn’t see what state she was in afterward.”Edgar closed his eyes for a second.“I shouldn’t have gone to that party,” he admitted. “I couldn’t stand seeing her kiss that rich boy.”“That rich boy is my brother,” Olívia cut in firmly. “And he was only helping Laura. There’s nothing between them.”Liam turned his attention back to Edgar.“You say you couldn’t stand it,” he said. “But she had to stand ther

Marcela stared at him, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and disbelief. A crooked smile appeared at the corner of her lips, wounded more than sarcastic.“So you admit it...” she said, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper laced with venom. “You admit you're with her?”“Not yet,” he replied. “But I will be.”He leaned closer.“And if you turn my daughter against me or against Laura, I’ll take custody of Luna away from you. I’ll accuse you of parental alienation.”He released her.“Now get out of my way.”Edgar bent down to grab his suitcase, but Marcela stopped him.“You’re not taking those clothes anywhere!” she screamed, kicking the suitcase.He stared at her for a moment.“Fine,” he said coldly. “I barely wear those clothes anyway.”Marcela dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his legs.“Edgar... please, my love...” she begged through tears. “Don’t leave me. I can love enough for both of us.”He tried to

Edgar let out a broken sob.“If I could go back in time...” he said, his voice shattered. “I would never have said those words. Never. For the first time in my life, I lost control with the love of my life... and it makes me want to die because of it. My father, wherever he is, must be deeply disappointed in me. He always told me a woman should be treated like a flower.”Laura let out a humorless laugh.“The mouth speaks what the heart is full of,” she said coldly. “You said I was hollow. Empty. Mediocre. That I was a murderer.”She stood abruptly, unable to stay still. Pacing back and forth, she ran her hands through her hair, her chest rising and falling too fast. It felt as if she were about to explode from the inside out.Edgar was crying openly now, unable to hold it back.Laura stopped.She turned toward him.“But do you know what hurt the most?” Her voice dropped into a ragged whisper. “It was hearing you wish I'd never be able to have children.”Her sobs intensified.“Because

Edgar dropped to his knees in front of her, as if his body could no longer bear the weight of his guilt. He wrapped his arms tightly around Laura’s waist, burying his face against her stomach as his sobs broke free without restraint—loud, shaking, uncontrollable.“I know I don't deserve it...” he choked out. “But I'm begging for your forgiveness.” His voice was muffled, broken, desperate. “I left you alone,” he continued through tears. “I didn't protect either of you. I was a bastard, I know that...”He held her even tighter, as if he could somehow pull them both back through time.“But it was your handwriting, sweetheart...” He lifted his face for a moment, his eyes swollen from crying. “It was the nun who used to help us. The situations described had actually happened... everything felt too real.” He lowered his head again, defeated. “I believed it...” he wept. “And because I believed it, I lost you. I lost our child.”Laura remained still for several seconds, feeling the weight of

Edgar chuckled softly, pulling her tighter against his chest.Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her into the walk-in closet. He proudly showed her every section. Then he opened the door to the master bathroom.Laura stepped inside... and stopped.When her eyes landed on the whirlpool tub, a playful smile curved her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.“Wow...” she commented, amused. “I’m going to love being the first to break in that tub. My imagination just went places.”Edgar moved behind her. His voice came out rough, heavy with intention.“Your wish is my command.”He lowered his head, breathing in the scent of her neck before pressing a slow kiss there.“Edgar...” she murmured, shivering as goosebumps spread across her skin.“He’s been neglected ever since our last time at the clinic,” he replied in a teasing tone.Laura suddenly turned to face him, her expression serious for a moment.“You...” She took a deep breath. “You didn’t do anything with Marcela... or an