Celina sat on the cold ground outside the house that had once been hers. Her body was there, but her soul felt ripped away. Silent tears slid down her pale cheeks.

Her belongings were scattered along the sidewalk as if they were trash—clothes tangled with papers, shoes tossed without care. The night breeze brushed over her, but she didn’t feel cold. She didn’t feel anything except the hollow ache inside.

"I am nothing. I have no one."

César’s words echoed in her mind, slicing through her like sharp blades.

"You were nothing when you married me. And you’ll stay that way."

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

She had no family to take her in, no safe harbor. Her world, already crumbling, had finally collapsed completely.

The sound of an approaching car pulled her out of her shock for a moment. Headlights swept over her hunched figure on the ground, and then the engine went silent.

Tatiana stepped out, confusion cloud