That was his kind of love? Making her fall while pretending to be paralyzed, to test another woman?
Alejandro sank into a chair, crushed by guilt. Seeing his sincerity, Lucía said that if he truly loved Carmen, he should leave her alone.
Carmen deserved someone who would not lie or manipulate—who would treat her with respect from the start. Alejandro agreed: she deserved better than him. He asked only that Lucía tell her he regretted it beyond words and would give anything to undo it.
He returned to Madrid with a heavier heart. Perhaps the most loving act was to let Carmen rebuild far from the pain he caused. What he didn’t know was that, in her small Santiago boarding house, Carmen heard every word of the message Lucía relayed—and those words rekindled something she thought dead.
