Max

At the mother-in-law's house, the atmosphere was tense. Max, Luisa's mafia-dominated husband, looked at her with that mixture of jealousy and concern that always dominated him when he felt something wasn't right.

"Why didn't you tell me you were meeting Javier?" Max asked, his voice firm but laced with anxiety.

"I didn't tell you because nothing happened, Max. I didn't do anything wrong," Luisa replied, trying to remain calm, although her voice trembled a little.

The argument began to escalate. Max couldn't understand why she hadn't been honest, and Luisa felt her husband's words unfairly sting her heart.

Then Luisa's sister-in-law, Sofia, intervened gently but firmly, leading her into a room next to the living room.

"Come on, Luisa, let's talk," Sofia said, closing the door behind them.

In the silence of that room, Sofia looked into her eyes and said:

—I know you didn't do anything wrong. Max gets carried away by his jealousy sometimes, but you don't deserve this.

Luisa felt tears begin to flow uncontrollably.

"It's just that sometimes I feel alone, Sofia. Like no one believes me. Not even Max, and that hurts more than anything," she sobbed.

Sofia hugged her tenderly and whispered in her ear:

—You're not alone. Come with me, go to Natalia's house. There you can rest and clear your mind.

Luisa nodded, wiping away her tears. She walked out of the house with a firm step, leaving the meeting and the weight of her doubts behind, heading for her friend's house, where she hoped to find some peace.