The roar of my black Mercedes-Benz’s engine had always been the sound of success for me. I pulled up in front of a luxurious office building on Paseo de la Reforma, basking in the envious and admiring glances. I stepped out of the car, straightening my Italian suit jacket, feeling like I owned the world. But the world has a cruel way of reminding you that money can’t buy back lost time or erase the sins of the past.
I was walking toward the entrance when my gaze drifted to the sidewalk. There, sitting on a piece of cardboard in the blazing sun, was a woman. She wore humble, worn clothes, but there was something about the way she bowed her head that felt painfully familiar. My heart stopped when she looked up for a second.
It was her. Laura. The woman I loved with all my heart seven years ago, who vanished from my life without a trace, just as I was beginning to build my empire. I’d been told she’d left me for someone else, that she’d never truly loved me. The person I trusted most told me: my mother.
Laura immediately lowered her head when she recognized me, trying to hide her face in her hands. But she wasn’t alone. Pressed against her chest were four small children, two sets of twins around six years old, clinging to her fearfully.
I approached, ignoring my bodyguard’s shouts. When the children looked up at me, I felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under my feet. Four tiny faces, with my same dark brown eyes, my same nose shape, and that little dimple in my chin that had always been my trademark. They were four miniature versions of myself.
“It can’t be… they… are they my children?” I asked, and my voice, always authoritarian, broke like glass.
Laura trembled violently, backing away until she hit the cold wall of the building. Her eyes were filled with a terror she didn’t understand.
“How… whose children are these, Laura?” I managed to say as I felt my reality crumble.
She hugged the little ones closer to her body, crying uncontrollably.
“Don’t come any closer… go away with your money and your perfect life,” she screamed, her voice aching with pain that tore at my soul. “You shouldn’t know the truth. They don’t have a father; you made sure of that yourself.”
“I didn’t know anything!” I screamed, and my reaction horrified everyone around us. I fell to my knees on the dirty sidewalk in front of them, not caring about my thousand-dollar suit or the cell phone cameras that were starting to record us. I pounded the ground with my fists, possessed by a rage and sadness I couldn’t control.
Laura, seeing my despair, made a confession that chilled me to the bone:
“Your mother threatened me, Santiago. She told me that if I didn’t leave, she’d ruin your career. She took everything I had and sent me away with nothing when she found out I was pregnant with twins… and then it turned out to be four. She told me you’d accepted the deal, that you preferred the Mercedes and the businesses to ‘the children of a waitress.'”
I was stunned. The success I boasted about, my mansion, my cars—it had all been the price of my own family’s forced disappearance. My mother had lied to me for seven years, telling me that Laura had left me for money, while she herself condemned my children to poverty to “protect” my lineage and my public image.
I looked at my children. They were hungry. They were cold in the middle of the afternoon. And I, who had millions in the bank, was indirectly responsible for their suffering.
I stood up, giving him a look that made even my bodyguard back away. I pulled out my phone and called my lawyer.
“Sir, I want you to freeze all of my mother’s accounts. Right now. And prepare a lawsuit for extortion and unlawful deprivation of liberty. I don’t care that she’s my mother, I want her to end up in jail.”
I approached Laura, and this time, she didn’t back away. I lifted her from the ground with a tenderness I’d forgotten I possessed. I took two of the children in my arms; they weighed so little that I felt my heart would leap from my chest.
“Forgive me, Laura. Forgive me, children,” I whispered as I helped them into the black Mercedes. “The nightmare is over. Today I have my family back, and I swear that whoever hurt you will never see the light of day outside a prison cell again.”
As we drove away from that building, I saw in the rearview mirror the trail of my former life receding behind me. I was no longer a successful millionaire; I was a father with seven years of love to reclaim and a vendetta to exact against his own flesh and blood.
