My husband said he was “on a business trip” — but when I went to the hospital to visit my sick friend, I suddenly heard his voice behind the door… and what I heard chilled me to the bone.
That morning, Madrid seemed grayer than usual—and yet, my mood was strangely bright. My name is Sofia, and I was smoothing my husband Ricardo’s tie as he stood erect in front of the enormous mirror in our suite. Our luxurious house in La Moraleja had been the silent witness to five years of what I thought was happiness. At least… that’s what I thought until that day.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to pack you anything for the drive?” I asked gently, patting his broad chest.
“Valencia is far away.”
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