Cristina’s voice rose again, trembling and sharp.

“I’M NOT JOKING!” she screamed, eyes wide, arm shaking as she gripped the gun with both hands. “I’VE SPENT YEARS SWALLOWING THIS HATE!”

Thor clenched his fists, struggling to breathe. Everything around him blurred—the weight of Karina’s past, the fear of what might come next, and the certainty that this night would leave scars too deep to fade.

“I was the one who killed Karina,” Cristina said, a twisted smile curving her lips, her eyes flashing with madness. “She wasn’t going to be with you, Thor. Never. She’d already destroyed my son… she didn’t deserve to be happy.”

The words hung in the air for a heartbeat—cold, final, like a verdict.

Thor’s voice cracked; his whole body trembled, frozen in shock.

“You… you’re saying you killed Karina?” He struggled for breath, choking on disbelief. “The woman I loved… the mother of my son… you—” his voice broke, “you took her from me? You took my son from me?”

César’s face drained of color, as if t