My daughter squeezed my hand tightly as she watched her father kiss another woman. “Does Daddy not love us anymore?” she asked, trembling. I felt my heart break… but not in front of them. I lowered my gaze, hid my tears, and smiled. The real humiliation wouldn't be mine; it would be theirs when all of Spain knew the truth.

Synopsis

Betrayal doesn’t always scream; sometimes it glitters under the lights of a jewelry store. I entered the Madrid shopping center with my six-year-old daughter, Alba, holding my hand while my other hand rested on my eight-month pregnant belly. “Mommy, shall we buy the blue teddy bear?” she asked. I was about to answer when I saw him. My husband, Sergio…