Mark, blinded by the indescribable pain of betrayal, but relieved to the core of having his children safe, looked at her with deep disgust.
Get her out of my house. That he rots in the worst prison cell.
As the patrol sprinted away with Patricia’s desperate screams resonating in the distance, Marcos sat on the ground, hugging her two little ones, the only real and valuable treasure she had in life.
“Forgive me,” he cried bitterly against his shoulders. I was an absolute blind man. I promise you, no one will ever hurt you again.
The twins hugged their father, closing their eyes. The nightmare was finally over.
The farce collapsed completely. Patricia lost absolutely all the luxuries for which she sold her soul and learned to sleep on the frozen floor of a prison, consumed slowly by her own excessive ambition. Marcos, for his part, learned in the worst way not to let himself be blinded by pretty faces and to listen to the instinct of his children above any manipulation.
And since fate is sometimes whimsical and fair, among the arduous visits to the courthouse to testify and the constant medical follow-up to ensure the health of the twins, Marcos ended up knowing thoroughly Dr. Cristina, the young and brave doctor who blindly trusted those impossible heartbeats and helped save their lives.
If this story came to your heart, tell me in the comments what you would have done in the place of these brave brothers.
