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Perfect, beginning to crumble. Exactly what you heard. I’m going on vacation.
You can cook, clean, and serve yourselves. I’m not your employee. I watched as the color drained completely from her face. Her hands began to tremble slightly. The coffee cup she’d been holding clinked against the saucer. For the first time in five years, Marlen didn’t know what to say.

But, but, Susana, I stammered, I already told everyone to come.
It’s all planned. You can’t do this. Of course I can. It’s my house. Those four words landed like a bomb in the kitchen. Marlen gasped, her face turning from disgust to disgust. She stood up abruptly, her heels clicking again, but this time with desperation. This is

Ridiculous. Renato won’t allow this.
Renato can say whatever he wants, but the decision has been made. For the first time, I was in control, but what she didn’t know, what none of them knew, was that my decision hadn’t been spontaneous. I’d been planning this for months, and I had my reasons, reasons that would soon leave them all speechless.

Speechless. Marl’s expression changed from fierce fury in a matter of seconds.
Her cheeks flushed red and her eyes narrowed like those of a snake about to strike. She approached me, invading my personal space, as she always did when she wanted to intimidate me. “You know what, Susana? I always knew you were selfish, but this, this is the last straw.” Her voice turned

Venomous, every word laced with contempt.
“My family comes from far away, some from other countries. And you? You’re going to ruin their Christmas for a whim. A whim.” Five years of mistreatment, humiliation, and emotional abuse. And she called it a whim. I felt the rage rising in my chest, but I remained calm. I had learned to control my

emotions after being their victim for so long.

“It’s not my problem,” I replied calmly, which threw her off even more. “You should have asked before inviting 25 people to my house. Our house!” she yelled, completely losing her composure. “Renato is your son. This house will be ours someday.” There it was. The truth had always been there.