Not once had she wondered how Adrián was coping.
She hadn't asked whether they were frightened.
She hadn't even questioned why they had accused her in the first place.
It was as though their suffering had never crossed her mind.
Marcos slowly lowered his head into his hands.
That realization unsettled him far more than the evidence he had seen earlier that day.
For years, he had defended Elena whenever someone described her as overly strict. He had convinced himself that discipline often looked harsher than it truly was and that children occasionally exaggerated out of fear or resentment.
Now...
For the first time since they had married...
A quiet doubt had begun taking shape inside his heart.
It was still small.
Small enough to deny.
Small enough to ignore.
But Marcos knew that once doubt found its way into a person's heart...
It rarely disappeared on its own.
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TORRES MENDOZA ESTATE
