**FIVE YEARS LATER, HE WAS SHATTERED WHEN HE LEARNED THE TRUTH.**
CHAPTER 1
Alejandro Montoya Ruiz and Isabella Montoya Calderón were known throughout Mexico as one of the wealthiest and most powerful couples in Mexico City. They lived in a luxurious mansion in Polanco, an exclusive neighborhood reserved for the elite. Its massive iron gates and gleaming glass windows caught the attention of everyone who passed by.
But behind that perfect image, their marriage was completely empty.
Alejandro and Isabella had been married for fifteen years, not out of love, but out of convenience. Their union had been arranged by both families to strengthen their business empires. From the beginning, they treated their marriage like a contract. Proud, cold, and stubborn, they lived under the same roof as complete strangers.
The real conflict began when the Montoya family started pressuring Alejandro to produce an heir—preferably a son to continue the family’s vast real estate and financial empire.
One night, in the silent dining room of the mansion, Alejandro finally spoke.
“Isabella, it’s been fifteen years,” he said quietly. “My family keeps asking when we’ll have a child. I think it’s time.”
Isabella barely looked up from her luxury fashion magazine and smiled with disdain.
“A child? Are you crazy? I’m not ruining my body just to satisfy your family.”
Alejandro froze.
“But we need an heir. You know how important this is to the Montoyas.”
“Important to you, not to me,” she replied coldly. “I worked too hard for this body. I won’t destroy it with pregnancy.”
Alejandro slammed his hand on the table.
“You care more about your looks than the future of this family?”
Isabella stood up slowly and looked at him with contempt.
“Don’t forget something, Alejandro. I married you for money. You married me for status. If you want children so badly, find another woman. I don’t want them.”
From that day on, they stopped speaking. Their marriage became nothing more than a social façade.
CHAPTER 2
Tired of dealing directly with Alejandro, Isabella decided to hire a new maid to act as a messenger between them.
Her name was Camila Hernández López.
Camila was 22 years old, from a poor background, and her mother was critically ill, hospitalized and in need of expensive treatment. That job was her only hope.
She was a young woman with brown skin, her hair always neatly tied back, and a timid gaze—yet she carried a quiet strength within her. She worked tirelessly to meet the mansion’s impossible standards.
Isabella barely noticed her.
But Alejandro did.
He watched her as she cleaned, followed her with his eyes. Something about his stare made Camila deeply uncomfortable.
One night, while she was cleaning Alejandro’s bedroom, he appeared leaning against the doorway.
“You do your job very well,” he said softly. “The house hasn’t looked this good in a long time.”
Camila thanked him nervously and hurried out of the room.
CHAPTER 3
Camila tried to avoid being alone with Alejandro, but it was impossible.
One night, while Isabella was traveling in Guadalajara, Alejandro found Camila alone in the kitchen.
“Camila…”
His voice sent chills down her spine.
Before she could react, Alejandro grabbed her arm.
That night, in the Polanco mansion, Alejandro Montoya sexually assaulted Camila.
Afterward, in a cold and threatening voice, he warned her:
“If you tell anyone, you’ll lose your job. I’ll make sure no one ever hires you in Mexico again. And your mother will lose her treatment.”
Terrified, Camila stayed silent.
Weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant.
Her world collapsed. The baby was the result of violence—but it was also an innocent life.
Alejandro gave her money and demanded that she get rid of it, but the doctor said it was already too late.
“I don’t want that child,” Alejandro snapped. “The Montoya family will never accept the child of a mere servant.”
CHAPTER 4
During an elegant gathering at the Montoya mansion, a sharp-tongued woman from high society leaned toward Isabella and whispered:
“Your maid, Camila… she’s looking rather plump. Are you sure she isn’t pregnant?”
Suspicion took root.
The next morning, Isabella confronted her.
“Are you pregnant?” she asked sharply.
Camila could no longer lie.
“Yes, ma’am…”
Isabella immediately understood the truth.
“It was Alejandro… wasn’t it?”
Without waiting for an answer, she exploded.
“Get out of my house! You’re fired!”
Camila fell to her knees and begged, but Isabella showed no mercy.
Days later, Camila’s mother died when her treatment was discontinued.
Months later, Camila gave birth to triplets:
Mateo, Lucas, and Daniel.
CHAPTER 5 – FIVE YEARS LATER
Camila survived by selling food on the streets, raising her children alone.
Alejandro, consumed by guilt, began searching for her.
When they finally met again, Camila spoke with a broken voice:
“I raised three children alone. I lost my mother. You abandoned me when I needed you most.”
“I know,” Alejandro said quietly. “I was a monster. But give me a chance to be their father.”
She agreed—on one condition.
“One chance only.”
FINAL CHAPTER
Alejandro filed for divorce.
He gave up much of his fortune.
All he wanted was a real family.
That day, outside the courthouse, he embraced his children.
For the first time in many years, Camila felt that she finally had a home.
The past could not be changed.
But the future… belonged to them.
THE END