Celina sat on the cold ground outside the house that had once been hers. Her body was there, but her soul seemed to have been torn away. Tears flowed silently, wetting her pale skin.

Her belongings were scattered across the sidewalk like trash, clothes mixed with documents, shoes. The night wind blew past her, but Celina didn't feel cold. She felt nothing but emptiness inside.

"I am nothing. I have no one."

César's words echoed in her mind, cutting like sharp blades.

"You were nothing when you married me. And you will continue to be nothing."

Her fingers trembled as she clutched the hem of her blouse. What am I going to do? Where am I going to go?

She had no family to take her in. No safe haven. Her world, which was already falling apart, had now completely collapsed.

The sound of an approaching car brought her out of her state of shock for a brief moment. The headlights illuminated her huddled figure on the ground, and Celina heard the engine turn off.

Tatiana got out of the car with