“Yes.”
“Then you’re no better than my father.”
Victor clearly hadn’t expected that answer.
Sofia took off her wedding ring and placed it on the table.
“One man decided he could give me away to settle a debt. And another decided he could test me like an object. I don’t belong to either of you.”
She headed toward the door.
Victor didn’t stop her.
The next morning, Sofia learned that her family’s debt had been completely paid off. Moreover, an account had been opened in her name containing enough money for her to live on for the rest of her life.
But she didn’t take a single peso.
Nearly six months passed.
One evening, Victor appeared at her doorstep.
Without the wheelchair, without the enormous stomach, and without the disguise.
“Last time, other people made the decision for you,” the man said. “So this time, only
