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THE FAMILY~ANYA POV~Lucrecia showed up the next morning unannounced, stepping out of a black town car at ten AM like she owned the street, wearing a dove grey suit that probably cost more than my monthly expenses used to be.And I watched through the window as César went to greet his mother with the kind of warmth I rarely saw from him.I was still sore from last night.I could still feel César between my legs.I could still hear myself saying "yours" like it was a prayer instead of a surrender.And now his mother was here.The woman who had threatened to keep me in a coma. The woman who had made it clear four years ago that I was disposable as long as the baby survived.I smoothed down my dress and tried to prepare myself for whatever fresh hell this visit would bring."Anya, querida," Lucrecia said when she entered, her smile warm and terrifying. "You look radiant. Motherhood suits you."The mockery of her calling me radiant when she had once threatened to turn me into a sedated i

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THE RETURN~ANYA POV~I knew we were getting close when the landscape started looking familiar in ways that made my stomach turn, olive groves giving way to manicured estates.The Mediterranean glittered in the distance like broken glass, and every kilometer closer to Marbella felt like traveling backward through time to a version of myself I had tried desperately to bury.Marcello was asleep in his car seat, his head leaning at an angle that would give him a crick in his neck, completely unaware that we were driving toward the place where his mother had been broken piece by piece.César was quiet in the seat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh in a gesture that was probably meant to be comforting but just made me more aware of how tense I was, how my entire body had gone stiff the moment we had crossed into Andalusia."We can turn around," he said quietly, the first words either of us had spoken in an hour. "If this is too much, we can go back to Paris. I will make an excuse to

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THE HOMECOMING~ANYA POV~The drive from Marbella to Mijas took less than an hour but felt like crossing between two different worlds, the polished wealth of the coast giving way to whitewashed villages clinging to hillsides, narrow streets barely wide enough for our armored SUV, and with every kilometer closer to my childhood home. I felt myself becoming smaller, younger, the version of myself that existed before César Navarro saw me at that alley and decided I was his.Marcello was pressed against the window watching the landscape change, pointing out things that caught his attention...a donkey in a field, colorful flowers spilling from balconies, old men playing cards in the shade...and César sat beside me with his hand on my thigh, silent but present, while two more SUVs followed behind us carrying enough security to invade a small country."That's excessive," I had said when I saw the convoy forming."That's necessary," César had corrected. "Your family lives in the open. No wal

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~ANYA POV~The cemetery was on a hill overlooking the village, old stone walls surrounding graves that dated back centuries, and Diego's was in the newer section, a simple marble headstone that read "Diego Torres, Beloved Son and Brother, Gone Too Soon."I stood in front of it with Marcello's hand in mine while my mother and Emilio stayed back to give us space, and César stood even further away with his guards, respecting the boundary."Who is this, Mama?" Marcello asked, looking at the headstone."This is your Uncle Diego," I said, my voice thick. "Remember him, my brother. He was very brave and very kind and he loved me very much.""Where is he?""He's in heaven, baby.""Why?"How do you explain murder to a three-year-old? How do you tell him that his father killed his uncle? How do you reconcile those two truths?"Because sometimes people go to heaven before we're ready," I said. "And we miss them very much."I knelt down in front of the grave, pulling Marcello down with me."Diego

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THE ACCEPTANCE~ANYA POV~(Three years later)The Paris house smelled like vanilla cake and chaos, balloons tied to every available surface because Marcello had insisted on "a million balloons" for his sixth birthday party.I was standing on a stepladder trying to hang a banner that read "Joyeux Anniversaire" in glittery letters while my very pregnant belly made the whole operation awfully more difficult than it should have been."Let me do that," César said from below, his hands coming to steady my hips. "You're going to fall and then I will have to explain to the doctor why my five-months-pregnant wife was climbing ladders.""I'm fine," I said, but I let him help me down anyway because my center of balance had shifted and the last thing I needed was to end up in the emergency room on Marcello's birthday.Three years.It had been three years since that trip to Marbella, since visiting Diego's grave, since admitting to my mother that I loved César even though I didn't want to.Three y

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