In the end, I agreed to a bigger wedding than I wanted.
But I made one thing clear.
The condo would never be transferred to anyone.
Now my daughter was trembling on my couch with her back covered in marks.
“After the reception, Javier took me to the hotel suite,” Sofia sobbed. “I thought we were finally going to be alone.”
She covered her face with shaking hands.
“But then he said he had something to handle and left. Twenty minutes later, his mother walked in with six women and locked the door behind them.”
I pressed my hand over my mouth.
Sofia’s voice broke.
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