“You’re not leaving here to create a scene for the neighbors.”

Sofía tried to move past her, but Carmen yanked her arm, throwing her off balance.

“Let me go!”

Ramiro suddenly stood, his face flushed with anger she had never seen so close.

“Don’t raise your voice at my wife.”

Before she could react, his foot struck her hard in the stomach.

Sofía collapsed against the coffee table, gasping, pain exploding through her body. A glass shattered nearby. Carmen’s voice cut through the chaos—

“That’s what happens when you act arrogant.”

Iván laughed nervously from the doorway.

But what Sofía would never forget… was Andrés standing there, frozen, keys in his hand, saying nothing.

She couldn’t believe what had just happened.

And she had no idea yet what that blow had taken from her.

PART 2

At the hospital, Sofía didn’t cry at first. She stared at the bright ceiling lights, hands pressed against her stomach, trying to breathe through the pain.

Andrés sat beside her, restless—but not because he feared for her.

“My dad didn’t realize how hard he kicked,” he said. “Let’s not ruin everything over one bad moment.”

She slowly turned her head.

“One bad moment? Your father kicked me while your mother held me down.”

He looked away, as always.

A young doctor entered with a file, her expression careful but heavy with truth.

“Mrs. Sofía… the impact caused serious complications. I’m very sorry. We couldn’t save the pregnancy.”

The room went silent.

Even Andrés’s shocked voice—“Pregnancy?”—felt distant.

Sofía had been eleven weeks pregnant.