I stood at the prison entrance with a small bundle of clothes in my hands. I couldn’t believe that after three months, I was finally seeing the sunlight again.

I took a few steps outside and, in the distance, saw dozens of cars parked along the side of the road. I immediately knew who they were. I clenched my fists as I felt my teeth grind with anger.

The butler stepped out of one of the cars and approached me.

“Madam, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Mr. Líbano is waiting for you in the car. Allow me to help with your luggage,” he said kindly.

I nodded silently and walked to the vehicle. I opened the passenger door and got in, making it clear I had no intention of sitting next to that cruel man.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw him give me a deadly glare. His breathing grew heavier as he noticed my resolve, but I turned my face away with indifference. If he thought I cared about annoying him, he was very wrong. Those days were over.

The butler took the wheel and started the car. I