My name is Ana. I am twenty-five years old, and when this story began, I believed love was strong enough to overcome anything.
I married Carlos shortly after we graduated from university. We had met during our second year of studies, sitting beside each other in a crowded lecture hall. What began as friendship slowly turned into something deeper. Carlos was kind, thoughtful, and hardworking. With him, I felt safe.
When he proposed, I didn’t hesitate.
But there was one person whose approval I never truly received: his mother, Doña Teresa.
