My husband threw me out onto the street in a towel for refusing to live with my mother-in-law, but he never imagined that…

“Camila…”
A voice cut through the rain.

She looked up, her heart racing. Rain poured down her face, mixing with tears she could no longer tell apart—pain or anger.
Under the dim yellow streetlight, a figure rushed toward her.

“…Diego?”

Her voice trembled.