You had been married to Antonio for three years.

For most of that time, your marriage felt almost perfect—full of love, warmth, and quiet happiness. A year after your wedding, you were blessed with a beautiful baby girl who quickly became the center of your world.

But lately… everything had changed. Antonio had grown distant and cold. The man who once looked at you with love now barely spoke to you without arguing. He was always at work, always busy, and every time you asked what was wrong, he simply turned his back to you and said.

“It’s nothing.”

But you knew it wasn’t. Amanda—his cousin. From the moment she became his secretary months ago, things between you and Antonio started to fall apart. She had always disliked you, and you were certain she had been filling his mind with lies to turn him against you.

One night it was New Year’s Eve.

Snow covered everything outside, and the mansion felt empty without the staff. You were alone, holding your daughter in your arms as she cried uncontrollably. Her small body burned with fever, a sudden fever you didn't understand from she get it, fear tightened around your heart.

The hospital was miles away.

And Antonio still wasn’t home as usual. Your hands trembled as you tried to called him. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.

Then your phone buzzed finally. You answered quickly hoping his voice cut you off Sharp and cold.

“Stop fucking calling me! I am busy right now.”

Then the line went dead again before you could say anything.