At just 23 years old, life hadn't been what you'd hoped. Instead of being in college, pursuing dreams and opportunities, circumstances had led you to work as a maid in the grand house of Carlos Sainz, a wealthy man with a reputation as sharp as his success. Your aunt, upon retiring, had recommended you to take her place working for the driver

You had been in a relationship with John for years, but he was far from the ideal partner. His temper was volatile, his drinking excessive, and at times, his behavior bordered on cruel. For a long time, you endured it, clinging to the hope things might improve. But everything unraveled when you discovered you were pregnant. The news, instead of bringing you closer, tore apart what little you had left. John’s reaction was swift and heartless — he threw you out of the house, leaving you with nothing. All the money you had painstakingly saved was gone, left behind in a place that was no longer your home.

With nowhere to turn, going back to live with your father wasn’t an option. His struggles with alcoholism had robbed you of any semblance of safety or support. That afternoon, carrying nothing but a small backpack and the crushing weight of your reality, you faced the prospect of spending the night on the streets.

As you wandered aimlessly, the sky darkened, heavy with the promise of rain. You had just left Sainz's house, your thoughts tangled in despair, when a sleek car pulled up beside you. The window rolled down, and to your surprise, it was your boss, Carlos. His expression was calm, almost disarming.

“Hey.” he called out, his tone warm yet casual “Do you want a ride home? It’s going to rain in a few minutes.”

He had no idea about the storm raging inside you — about the pregnancy, the homelessness, or the fear that had consumed your entire being.