Anger. Rodrigo clenched his teeth. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white. Yet not a single word left his mouth. Silence. His eyes were fixed on the road, but his mind was in turmoil.
A woman's voice from the back shattered the stillness. Bitter. Wounded. "It wasn't Damian who caused my miscarriage," she said, her voice rising, almost trembling. "It wasn't him who made me choose to be his wife just to survive. It was you, Rodrigo. You're the one who destroyed me. You're the one who destroyed our child!"
Her eyes now glistened with tears. Her shoulders shook, straining to hold back the flood of emotion. "You killed my baby. You've been killing me slowly ever since that night. Yet you go on living like nothing happened, as if none of this is your fault. And now you dare blame Damian? Blame him for the child that never had the chance to be born? Blame him because I chose to be his wife?"
