Angélica's heart was in her mouth. She was someone who couldn't bear to see anyone suffer, especially those she loved.

Isabela continued with her act and replied to her mother-in-law:

"But I love him," she said, feigning a sob. "I love your son so much. And he's pushing me away... our wedding is coming up. I'm starting to think he's stringing me along."

Angélica sighed. "Don't say that. Sometimes Thor needs time. He suffered so much after he became a widower... But he chose you, Isabela. Don't doubt that."

"But I'm getting depressed about all this. I feel invisible... worthless." She feigned again, her voice now more choked with emotion. "Help me, Mrs. Angélica. Talk to him. I just want to be happy with the man I love."

On the other end of the line, there was an understanding silence.

"I'll talk to him, yes. And you, dear, try to stay calm. Don't rush into anything. I like you very much."

"Thank you... thank you so much," said Isabela, before hanging up, pretending to be mo