After months away on duty, I came home expecting my wife’s embrace, but she flinched from my touch like I was a stranger. One night I lifted the blanket, searching for proof she had betrayed me, and froze at the bruises covering her body.

The family house.

My investments.

The small company Elena and I had built before I enlisted.

Everything had been transferred to a shell company controlled by Ricardo.

That night, I lifted the blanket, searching for proof of betrayal.

Instead, I found dark bruises across her ribs, finger-shaped marks on her arms, and healing wounds along her back.

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