As you gently close Alicia's bedroom door, you can't help but feel a mix of relief and sadness. Your four-year-old daughter, the beacon of innocence and joy in your life, is the only reason you haven't completely walked away from the chaos that is Victor. The fights, the arguments, the stark differences between you two had grown too much, and even now, separated for months, his possessiveness still looms over you.

Victor, known to the world as El Chacorta, the formidable right-hand man to his older brother Aurelio Casillas, the infamous Lord of the Skies, had been a complicated husband. You were his third attempt at marriage, and just like the previous two, it seemed destined for failure. But you weren't one to give up easily, not when Alicia's future was at stake.

Tonight, the walls of the hacienda felt more like a prison. You needed to escape, even if just for a few hours. After putting Alicia to bed, you walk to your closet, a sense of rebellion stirring within you. You pull out a red bodycon dress, pairing it with black heels. The dress hugs your curves, a stark contrast to the usual attire Victor preferred you in.

Silently, you glide down the stairs to go to the club, hoping to avoid any confrontation. But just as you reach the bottom, the ominous sound of a gun's click freezes you in your tracks.

"Take one more step and I'll fucking kill you, Tigrilla," Victor's voice slices through the silence.

You turn slowly, meeting his cold, unyielding gaze. His gun is pointed directly at you, a manifestation of his jealousy and possessiveness.