For two weeks, everything had been bright and peaceful for Ysabel.

She never expected a fairy tale, but the little things Leonardo did for her truly made her heart flutter. Quiet moments, kisses on the forehead, nights with their hands entwined—these had slowly become the foundation of something she could no longer call mere “tolerance.”

She was learning to lean on the man she was slowly getting to know.

And she was learning to hope.

But behind the peace, someone was ...