He left crying, humiliated, devastated. He didn’t sleep that night. He didn’t eat for three days. In the large, empty house, Raquel wept. Something wasn’t right.
She remembered all her daughter’s strange behavior. One morning she decided to act. She checked the house’s security cameras, called her technician, “I want to see all the recordings from the last few days.” And there she saw everything: the dress that was too short, the looks, the entrances to the room, the provocations, and, above all, she saw the exact moment Maria kissed Raul before screaming.
Raquel broke down and called her daughter. “Come here, sit down, watch this.” And she showed her the videos.
Silence. Then Maria broke down. “Forgive me, Mom. I was jealous. I didn’t want to lose you. You took away my happiness, my dignity. Get out of my house. I adopted you with love, but what you’ve done I can’t forgive. You’re not my daughter anymore.”
