So Sofía did—paying for a caregiver out of her own savings.
A week later, she checked their shared account to cover medical costs—and froze.
A transfer had just been made: 80,000 pesos.
Recipient: Ricardo’s mother.
Note: *“For my little queen—buy whatever you want.”*
The same day Sofía was begging for help on hospital steps, he had casually handed that amount to his mother.
That night, Sofía returned to their luxury apartment. Ricardo sat relaxed, drinking beer in front of the TV. When she confronted him, he barely glanced at her.
“Your mother is your responsibility. Mine is mine. Stop being so dramatic,” he said coldly.
She didn’t argue.
The next morning, while he slept, she went into his office searching for receipts.
