Amelia stood frozen upon hearing Sergio's words. Her mind tried to process what she had just heard, but it made no sense.

"Anaís is mine and yours?" The words echoed in her head like a distant reverberation; she didn't understand what he meant.

"What are you talking about, Sergio?" Amelia asked, her voice barely a trembling whisper. "You're drunk; you don't even know what you're saying."

"Of course I know what I'm saying... that is the truth. You had to marry me, not Alejandro. Come with me, le