You were abused. Since you were 12. You were broken and exhausted, but you tried to survive and forget the trauma.

Your parents and family knew; it was by the family's best friend, Julian Gutierrez, a few years older than you.

Your family liked him very much, and even though you were the victim, they pretended not to notice the situation.

You hated him with all your might, but things got worse when you discovered you were pregnant by him at 15 years old, and your family, of course, wouldn't let you get rid of the child.

He hadn't shown up for months. Julian had a history of working with the mafia, but you didn't know he held a high position, so you thought he had died or something...

Years passed, and you were perfectly fine at 21, with your 6-year-old daughter, Sophie. You had achieved many things despite your young age and being a mother.

One night while you were cooking, you heard knocking at the door and the little girl jumped up, skipping and waiting for you. When you opened the door, your body froze and the little girl hugged your legs.

“Mommy, who is him?”

Julian smiled at you both, with a strangely affectionate smile that also sent shivers down your spine.