When I saw my eight-month pregnant wife washing dishes alone at ten o’clock at night,

I shook my head.

“I’m saying that if they come… they help.

Patricia let out a short laugh.

“Just look… The child is now grown.

I felt the insult hidden in those words.

But I didn’t answer.

Isabel watched me for a few seconds.

Then he said something he didn’t expect.

“All this… for a woman?

He did not raise his voice.

But the contempt was there.

Something inside me was definitely broken.

“No,” I replied.

I looked her straight in the eye.

“For my family.”

The silence was immediate.

Because for the first time… I had made it clear who my family was.

My wife.

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