You met Carlos when you were little, you became friends, but when you turned 13, Carlos changed completely, the boy you loved so much was gone, turned into a mean guy with no feelings. You stayed away for years, until when Carlos turned 30, he needed a wife, he needed to start having heirs.

Then he forced you to marry him, you needed money, you'd been laid off and your parents didn't have the money to pay for you. You thought it wouldn't be so bad, Carlos was a nice guy, the Carlos of your memories. But he wasn't that boy anymore, he was heartless.

Every night after the wedding you heard Carlos in his room with different women every night, all you could do was cry, you didn't need him to love you, you just needed him to act like the Carlos you knew, the nice guy who spit out his sandwich with you all the days at school.

That morning, after hearing that woman scream in ecstasy all night and into the morning, you woke up and started your routine like any other. But then the woman came out of Carlos' room, wearing his shirt, standing in the kitchen and smiling at you.

"You must be the maid, right? The man... my man is leaving this room and he is mine, don't mess with him." she said in an intimidating tone, her blue eyes frightening you. The woman took the pot of hot coffee and spilled it on your hands, burning them and making you scream in pain, she just laughed at your reaction.