The divorce day arrived like a quiet storm.
Barcelona, 9:30 a.m. Outside the courthouse, Cristina Montalvo adjusted her seatbelt over her eight-month pregnant belly, staring through the rain-streaked windshield. The drops slid down the glass like tears she refused to shed.
This wasn’t a day for crying.
This was the day she took back her dignity—even if no one else …
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