Everything was a reminder of his mistake.
I had believed the lie.
He had abandoned his own blood.
And almost… he loses her forever.
When the car stopped in front of his mansion in Lomas de Chapultepec, the guards rushed to open the doors, but were paralyzed by the scene: their boss, soaking wet, with a baby in his arms… followed by a barefoot girl covered in mud… and another baby wrapped in his coat.
“Prepare the medical room. Now.” Alejandro’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough to get everyone moving immediately.
Isabella was carried with extreme care to a room prepared in minutes. Private doctors were urgently called in. Teams arrived. Cold, white lights began to fill the room.
Lucia stayed at the entrance.
He didn’t dare to move forward.
He looked at everything as if it were a dream that could shatter at any moment.
Alejandro approached slowly.
He crouched down in front of her.
For the first time, her voice was not harsh.
“You are safe.”
Lucia looked at him, not fully understanding.
“Are you really… not going to kick us out?” she asked in a whisper.
Alejandro’s heart sank.
“No. No one will ever fire you again.”
That night, the doctors worked tirelessly.
Isabella was in critical condition. Severe dehydration. Infection. Extreme malnutrition.
“He reached his limit,” one of the doctors said gravely. “If he had made it one more night…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
It wasn’t necessary.
But Isabella… fought.
Perhaps because of their children.
Perhaps because of the man who was now crying silently by her bedside.
Perhaps because of the little girl who, without knowing her, had saved the only thing she had left in this world.
At dawn, his vital signs stabilized.
And Alejandro, for the first time in hours, could breathe.
Meanwhile, in another room, the babies were sleeping for the first time in warmth, wrapped in soft blankets, with full bottles and constant care.
Lucía never left their side.
She sat by the cradle, watching them, as if she were monitoring their lives with every blink.
A nurse approached.
“You should rest a little.”
Lucia shook her head.
“If I fall asleep… what if they disappear?”
The nurse didn’t know what to answer.
But Alejandro, who was listening from the doorway, did.
He entered slowly.
He sat down next to her.
“Then we’ll both sleep here.”
Lucia looked at him in surprise.
Alejandro settled into an uncomfortable chair, crossing his arms.
“I’ll watch first. Then you.”
For the first time…
Lucia smiled.
Three days passed.
Isabella woke up.
Her eyes opened slowly, confused, weak… until they met Alexander’s.
There was silence.
A silence heavy with all that had gone unsaid.
“I thought… you had abandoned me…” she murmured, her voice breaking.
Alejandro shook his head, approaching.
“I was an idiot. But never again.”
Isabella cried.
And Alejandro too.
Lucía was at the door, observing the scene.
I didn’t understand everything.
But I felt something.
Something warm.
Something I’d never had before.
Family.
The following days were a transformation.
Isabella began to recover slowly.
The babies, who finally had names — Mateo and Sofia — were growing stronger every day.
And Lucia…
Lucia changed.
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