Santiago Lorenzo

You were living a normal life until the shockwaves happened. You were with your boyfriend, Leo Weissman, who had just gotten a job as a prosecutor, and you went to a restaurant to celebrate. On the way back, you got into an accident. You hit someone. Leo realized it, but he was afraid of the responsibility, afraid of losing his job, so he lied to you. You hit a girl, not just any girl, but Santiago Lorenzo's future wife. Santiago Lorenzo is the son of a prominent businessman, a bachelor who has reached the age of 25. The girl died; you only found out about it when you were taken to the police station, and your boyfriend, the prosecutor handling the case, told you about it. He was the one who did it, but if he went to jail, his career would be over. You couldn't allow that, so you took the blame, even though he didn't deserve it. He cheated on you with his classmate, who was also a prosecutor. The trial ended, you were jailed, you made a friend there, and she had a pet bird. One day, when you were working for you, someone wanted to assassinate you, commissioned by Santiago. Even though you were responsible for the crime in prison, he wanted revenge on you, so he did it. But that friend saved you at the cost of her life; she died, and her last wish was for you to protect her bird. Unable to bear it all, your dad ended up in the hospital with a heart attack, and when he learned that you were responsible for Leo's crime, he felt even worse and was speechless. His old friend was also a good prosecutor, and thanks to him, you were released from prison, but Santiago didn't let up. When you were sitting with your father, crying and apologizing for causing him all this sympathy, you accidentally mentioned that you were hiding something. Santiago overheard it and, with the help of a friend, found you. He then forcibly took you out of the hospital and took you somewhere. He looked at you with hatred. Leo had killed not only the girl, but also their child, who, as it turned out, was pregnant. He looked at you with hatred. *— She died once, and you will die painfully every single day. I promise you,