In his luxury mansion, Alejandro Montero woke up with a doubt that gnawed at him inside. His beautiful, high-society girlfriend looked at him impatiently as he planned exorbitant expenses. An unexpected accident would reveal the truth about those around him and change his life forever. It was 7:30 in the morning when the luxury alarm clock imported from Switzerland rang in the main room of the Montero mansion.

Alejandro, 32, slowly sat up in his 2 m bed with 1000 thread count sheets. Through the windows overlooking the garden, the first rays of the sun illuminated a day that would change her life forever. I’m awake, my love. Valeria appeared in the doorway, sheathed in an exclusive red silk outfit that matched her lipstick. The scent of his €400 French perfume filled the room. Remember that today we have an appointment with the most sought-after wedding planner in the city.

Alejandro sighed as he ran a hand through his perfectly trimmed hair. There was something in Valeria’s smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We can’t put it off,” he asked, feeling a knot in his stomach. “The merger with Rivera companies has exhausted me.” Valeria frowned, wrinkling her freshly botox-injected forehead. “We’ve been putting this off for three months.” Alejandro, don’t you want to marry me? Before I could answer, there was a soft knock on the door. It was Lucía, the maid who had been working in the mansion for 5 years.

He wore a simple gray uniform with a white apron and kept his gaze downcast as he walked in with breakfast. “Excuse me, sir,” he muttered in a soft voice. I brought her the freshly squeezed orange juice and whole-grain toast just the way she likes it. “Thank you, Lucia,” Alejandro replied, noticing how the girl carefully placed the tray on the side table. Valeria rolled her eyes. For God’s sake, Lucy, can’t you wait for us to finish talking? He blurted out disdainfully. And change those sheets today.

They are at least two days old. Lucia nodded without looking up, but Alejandro did not overlook the slight tremor in his hands. You don’t need to talk to him like that, he interjected firmly. Lucía is just doing her job. Anyway. Valeria waved her hand disdainfully as she checked her state-of-the-art phone. The engagement ring I chose costs €70,000 and you haven’t even told me if you like it. It was at that precise moment that something clicked in Alejandro’s mind.

3 years of relationship and I had never seen Valeria worry about anyone other than herself. The doubt that had been tormenting him for months crystallized into a crazy idea. You really love me or my money. The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Valeria’s face was transformed first into shock, then into calculated indignation. “How can you ask me something like that?” His voice trembled theatrically. After everything we’ve shared, Lucia discreetly slipped out of the room, but not before Alejandro noticed something in her eyes.

It was compassion. That afternoon, during a meeting with his best friend and personal physician, Mateo Alejandro shared his plan. “You’re completely crazy,” Mateo said, adjusting his glasses as he reviewed the results of Alejandro’s latest checkup. Fake temporary paralysis to test if your girlfriend really loves you. It will only be two weeks, Alejandro insisted, nervously tapping Mahogany’s desk with his fingers. I will say that I had an accident at the gym, a temporary spinal injury. I want to see who is really by my side for me, not for my 30 million euros.

Mateo shook his head. Technically I wouldn’t be violating any ethical code if I just keep quiet about your charade,” he muttered. “But this will end badly, I warn you.” At 6:15 p.m. everything was ready. Mateo called Valeria in a deep voice, explaining that Alejandro had suffered an accident while training. Temporary paralysis from the waist down. He told her, “He will need constant care for at least two weeks.” Valeria’s reaction was instant and dramatic. She arrived at the private hospital where Alejandro was admitted with his eyes red from a cry that seemed calculated.

She was wearing a black outfit that seemed more appropriate for a photo shoot than for visiting a sick person. “My love,” she exclaimed, throwing herself on the hospital bed of €8,000. “What are we going to do now?” Alejandro, playing his role perfectly, took her hand with a dejected expression. The doctor says it’s temporary, but I’ll need help with everything, absolutely everything. He saw a flash of horror cross Valeria’s eyes. Of course, honey, she replied, although her voice had lost enthusiasm.

I’ll be with you at all times. But that same night, when Alejandro was moved to his mansion, Valeria already had an excuse. “I have to coordinate the cancellation of appointments with the wedding vendors,” she explained as she applied €200 moisturizer to her hands. “I’ve hired nurses, but they can only come from tomorrow. Can you manage tonight?” That’s when Lucia, who had remained in the shadows, stepped forward. “I can take care of you tonight, miss,” she offered in a firm, but respectful voice.

My grandmother was bedridden for three years. I know how to care for someone in her condition. Valeria appeared relieved, almost grateful to have an excuse to leave. Perfect. I’ll pay you overtime. Of course, he said, though everyone knew it would be Alejandro who would pay. I’ll call you tomorrow, my love. The kiss he left on Alexander’s forehead was as light as it was insincere. As the front door closed behind Valeria, an awkward silence filled the room. Alejandro watched Lucia, who meticulously organized the fake medications Mateo had prescribed.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said feeling a twinge of guilt. “Can I call someone else?” Lucia looked directly at him for the first time in 5 years. His brown, warm, sincere eyes contrasted with Valeria’s calculated coldness. “I do it because I want to, sir,” he replied with a dignity that left him speechless. No one should be alone when they are suffering. Something in his voice, in the way his rough hands from hard work gently arranged the pillows, caused a lump in Alejandro’s throat.

For the first time in years someone saw him as a person, not a bank account. And that night, as he pretended to sleep, he heard Lucia talking softly on the phone. Mom, I’ll be home late. Mr. Alejandro needs me. No, it’s not because of the money. No one deserves to suffer alone, not even the rich. It was at that moment that Alejandro understood that his plan could reveal much more than he had anticipated. And as the moon lit up the room, a silent tear rolled down his cheek.

The ordeal had just begun, but he had already discovered a truth that would change his heart forever. The wall clock imported from Germany read 8:45 a.m., when the first rays of the sun filtered through the Egyptian silk curtains in the main room. Alejandro had been awake since 6 a.m., caught up in the farce he had created. During the night he had had to keep his composure whenever Lucia quietly went in to check if she needed anything, resisting the urge to confess her deception when he saw her.

exhausted, but determined to take care of him. The sound of heels echoing on the Italian marble in the hallway announced Valeria’s arrival. She entered like a scented whirlwind, dressed in a €3,000 tailored suit and jewels that glistened ostentatiously in the morning light. “Good morning, my love,” she greeted while keeping a cautious distance from the bed. “How did you spend the night?” Before Alejandro could answer, Valeria turned to Lucia, who was discreetly preparing a tray with breakfast. “Why isn’t the professional nurse I hired here?” she asked with barely contained irritation.

Lucia, with dark circles visible under her eyes, but her back straight, answered calmly. “You called half an hour ago, miss.” She said she would be late due to traffic. Valeria snorted and pulled out her state-of-the-art phone. “Unbelievable! We’re paying you €400 a day and you’re not even punctual. Alejandro watched the scene with renewed interest. In the five years that Lucia had been working for him, he had never really observed her. Her movements were efficient, but gentle. Her constant but discreet presence.

Now she noticed the small details. How exactly had she memorized the amount of sugar she liked in her coffee? How she had placed the folded newspaper precisely in the economics section she read every morning. “Thank you for staying all night, Lucia,” Alejandro said, surprising both the employee and Valeria with the sincerity in her voice. Lucia gave a small, quickly contained smile. There’s nothing to be thankful for, sir. Valeria narrowed her eyes, detecting something different in the exchange.

“Well, you can go to rest now,” he ordered with a dismissive gesture. “The nurse will take care of it now. I’d prefer Lucia to stay,” Alejandro interjected firmly. “I’m comfortable with her care.” A tense silence filled the room. Valeria blinked three times, processing what she had just heard. Anyway, she finally conceded, checking her platinum diamond watch. I have an appointment with Carolina for the spa at 10. It’s impossible to cancel it. I’ve been waiting for this exclusive treatment for a month. Alejandro nodded slowly.

First day of her supposed paralysis. And Valeria was already prioritizing a beauty treatment. Of course, I understand, she replied carefully studying her reaction. Health comes first. A flash of relief crossed Valeria’s perfectly made-up face. I knew you would understand, my love. Always so understanding. She leaned in to kiss him superficially on the cheek. I’ll be back for lunch. Maybe. When the door closed behind her, Lucia continued to quietly tidy up the room. Alejandro watched her for several minutes, noting the care with which she treated her belongings, even the most insignificant.

“Can I ask you something, Lucia?” he finally said. She stopped in surprise at the conversation initiative. “Of course, sir. Why did you stay last night? Could you have waited for the professional nurse?” Lucia seemed to consider the question seriously. My mother always says money doesn’t buy true care, sir,” she replied as she meticulously arranged the pillows. A nurse may know the procedures, but she does not know their habits, which gives her comfort. And in difficult times, those small details make all the difference.

Something in the profound simplicity of his answer struck a chord forgotten in Alejandro. When was the last time anyone had cared about their comfort? Not because of his fortune. At 11:20 the doorbell rang. It was Mateo, who entered the room with his medical case, perfectly playing his part in the farce. Good morning, Alejandro, he greeted professionally as he closed the door. How is our patient today? Lucía was about to leave to give them privacy, but Alejandro stopped her.

You can stay, Lucia. I trust you. The words came naturally and only after uttering them did Alexander realize the truth they contained. He really trusted her, more than many people in his social circle. Mateo raised an eyebrow, but proceeded with the fake medical examination. When he finished, he pronounced the rehearsed diagnosis. The paralysis persists, but I see good signs. With proper therapy, you may be able to regain mobility in about two weeks. Two weeks. Valeria’s voice echoed from the door.

He had returned unexpectedly, his hair perfectly combed and an expression of concern that did not reach his eyes. It cannot be less time, doctor. Mateo maintained his professional composure. The spine is not something to be trifled with, miss. Two weeks is an optimistic forecast. Alejandro watched as his girlfriend’s face subtly transformed, calculating the inconvenience that this situation would cause him. We have the Rivero charity parade this weekend,” Valeria commented, as if attendance at a social event was more important than the health of her fiancé.

“Everyone will be there. Can you go without me?” suggested Alejandro, carefully observing his reaction. But we have invested €15,000 in our matching outfits,” she exclaimed before quickly composing herself. “I mean, I couldn’t have fun knowing that you’re here suffering, my love.” The exchange was interrupted by the arrival of Sebastián Montero, Alejandro’s father, a 70-year-old man with the distinguished bearing that only decades of wealth can confer. Despite his advanced age, his presence commanded immediate respect.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded, striding into the room. “I learn from my assistant that my son is paralyzed and no one deigns to call me directly.” Valeria immediately adopted a solicitous attitude. “Don Sebastian, I tried to contact you last night, but your secretary said she was at an important meeting in Tokyo.” He lied fluently. The old man ignored the comment and walked over to his son’s bed, his normally impassive face showing genuine concern. Alejandro, how did this happen? As Alejandro recounted the fabricated story of the accident at the gym, he noticed something extraordinary.

Lucia had quietly placed a cup of hot tea next to her father, exactly as she liked it, black, unsweetened, with a slice of lemon. A detail that not even Valeria knew after three years of relationship. Sebastian took the cup automatically, nodding to the employee. This simple gesture revealed to Alejandro another side of Lucia. He observed and remembered what was important to each person without expecting recognition. “The doctor says that I will need constant care for two weeks,” Alejandro explained, observing the different reactions around the room.

Sebastian nodded decisively. “I’ll hire the best medical team,” he said, pulling out his phone. “I’ve already taken care of that, Don Sebastián,” Valeria quickly intervened. “I have everything under control.” The old man evaluated her with a critical eye. “And how will you reconcile this with your busy social schedule, my dear?” she asked in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer. Valeria paled slightly. Alejandro’s well-being is my absolute priority, he replied with rehearsed firmness. Of course, I have commitments that I cannot cancel without consequences for the company’s image, as you will understand.

Sebastian made a sound that could be interpreted as a dry laugh. “Of course,” she replied with irony, barely veiled. The image of the company. Lucia, sensing the growing tension, discreetly began to withdraw. Sebastian noticed it. “You’re Lucia, right?” she asked, surprising everyone. Mercedes’ daughter, who worked for our family for 20 years. Lucía nodded, clearly surprised to be recognized. “Yes, sir. My mother always speaks with great respect of her family.” Sebastian nodded approvingly. Mercedes was the only person, other than my late wife, who knew how to take care of this house as a home, not as a museum.

He turned to his son. If you need someone you can fully trust during your recovery, she would be my recommendation. The patriarch’s words fell like a bomb in the room. Valeria could barely hide her indignation. Mr. Sebastián, I have already hired qualified professionals. Lucia has her own responsibilities in the house. I can do both, Lucia interjected with a firmness that surprised everyone, including herself. He immediately lowered his gaze. If Mr. Alejandro prefers it that way, of course. The decision took shape in Alexander’s mind with crystal clarity.

I want Lucia to be the one to coordinate my care,” she said, knowing she was raising the stakes in her own game. I trust your judgment. Valeria’s face transformed into a mask of barely contained frustration, while Sebastian smiled with barely concealed approval. Perfect, the old man concluded. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to my son privately. When everyone left the room, Sebastian sat down by the bed, studying his son with the piercing gaze that had intimidated hundreds of executives over four decades.

“What are you really up to, Alejandro?” he asked directly. I’ve known you since you were born. You’re not paralyzed. The shock left Alejandro momentarily speechless. His father had always been insightful, but this exceeded all his expectations. Like Sebastian he smiled astutely. You moved your foot slightly when Valeria mentioned the Rivero fashion show. A spasm of irritation, I guess. Cornered, Alejandro decided to trust his father. he explained the plan, the doubt about Valeria’s true feelings, his need to know who was really by his side for him, not for his money.

To his surprise, Sebastian did not reprimand him. Instead, a shadow of sadness crossed his weathered face. “Your mother did the same to me, you know?” she revealed in a quiet voice before agreeing to marry me. He pretended to temporarily lose the family fortune. I immediately disappeared from his life, like all his suitors, except one. “I didn’t know that,” Alejandro muttered, imagining his refined mother executing a similar plan. “There’s a lot you don’t know about her,” Sebastian sighed. She was extraordinary, not because of her beauty or her lineage, but because of her ability to see people’s souls.” He paused significantly.

“How did you look?” It’s not my Lucia,” Alejandro corrected automatically, feeling an inexplicable warmth on his cheeks. Sebastian looked at him with a mixture of amusement and wisdom. “Not yet,” he replied simply. “I’ll play your game, son. But remember that lies, even well-intentioned ones, have consequences.” When his father left, Alexander was plunged into contradictory thoughts. The comparison with his mother, a woman he had always admired for her integrity and insight, had affected him deeply. Was he really looking for the truth or simply justifying an intuition he already had about Valeria?

His reflections were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. It was Lucia with a meticulously prepared lunch tray. Excuse me, sir,” he said, entering with a determined step. I made her vegetable soup and herbed baked chicken, just the way she likes it. As he placed the tray on the side table, Alejandro noticed that his hands had small recent burns. “What happened to your hands?” he asked with genuine concern. Lucia seemed surprised by the question and instinctively hid her hands. “It’s nothing, sir.

A small accident in the kitchen. Let me see,” he insisted, momentarily forgetting his supposed paralysis. Reluctant. She held out her hands. Alexander took them delicately, examining the small reddish marks. “You should put something on these burns,” he said softly. “Why didn’t you wear gloves?” Miss Valeria wanted lunch to be ready immediately, Lucia explained, gently withdrawing her hands. There was no time. Something in the simplicity of his explanation, in the total absence of resentment in his voice, moved Alejandro as nothing had done in years.

This woman, whom he had seen every day for 5 years without really seeing her, accepted small injustices with a dignity that made the problems of the world to which he belonged seem trivial. From now on you will always wear gloves in the kitchen,” he said firmly. That’s an order. For the first time he saw Lucia smile completely, without holding back. It was a smile that transformed her face, illuminating her eyes with a warmth that no jewel that Valeria treasured could match.

“As you say, sir,” he replied. And there was a different tone in his voice, something close to complicity. As Lucia quietly withdrew, Alexander contemplated his own life with painful clarity. He had spent 32 years surrounded by luxury and privilege, and yet he had never truly valued what genuine care meant, the kind of care that couldn’t be bought with all his millions. The test he had designed for Valeria was revealing much deeper truths than he had anticipated.

And as the afternoon wore on, he noticed that for the first time in years he wasn’t paying attention to his phone notifications or the fluctuation of stocks in the stock market. He was simply waiting for the moment when Lucia would walk through that door again. The Montero mansion glistened in the dawn light, its windows reflecting the rising sun like giant diamonds. It was 6:10 a.m. on the third day of the farce and Alejandro was staring at the ceiling of his room, unable to fall asleep.

The events of the past 48 hours were playing out in his mind like a movie loop. The sound of the door gently opening interrupted his thoughts. He expected to see Lucia. But instead Valeria appeared, surprisingly early and already perfectly dressed in an emerald designer dress that highlighted her sculptural figure. “Good morning, my love,” she greeted with a calculated smile. I wanted to surprise you by coming early today. Alejandro noticed the newspaper rolled up under his arm and the coffee cup in his hand.

It was the first time in three years that Valeria had brought him breakfast. Good morning, he replied, looking at her with renewed curiosity. I wasn’t expecting you so early. I’ve been thinking a lot, she said, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. I haven’t been the girlfriend you deserve in this difficult situation. There was something rehearsed in her tone, a concern that couldn’t reach her eyes. Alejandro accepted the cup of coffee she offered him and took a tentative sip. It was extremely sweet, practically undrinkable.

Valeria had never paid attention to how she liked her coffee. Thank you for coming,” she said, leaving the cup discreetly on the bedside table. “Your father made me see that I’ve been too worried about social events,” she continued elegantly crossing her legs. So I’ve canceled some appointments, even the Rivero parade. Alejandro counted. His surprise. The Rivero charity parade was the most important social event of the year. An opportunity that Valeria had been anticipating for months to rub shoulders with the business elite and appear in society magazines.

Seriously, wasn’t it necessary for you to cancel everything? I insist, she interrupted, placing her perfectly manicured hand on his. Besides, I’ve been researching the best therapies for your condition. There’s an exclusive rehabilitation center in Switzerland that we could consider. As Valeria enthusiastically detailed the expensive treatments and the possibility of hiring international specialists, Alejandro noticed a movement at the door. Lucia had discreetly peeked out, but upon seeing the intimate scene she quietly backed away. Something in her expression, a mixture of surprise and perhaps disappointment, caused an inexplicable discomfort in Alejandro.

Are you listening to me, Alejandro? Valeria’s slightly irritated voice brought him back. I’m saying we could fly to Zurich as soon as the doctors authorize your transfer. Your private jet can be equipped with medical equipment. I appreciate your concern, but I’d rather recover here at home,” he replied thinking of Lucia and her irreplaceable care. Mateo says I’m progressing well. Valeria’s face tightened imperceptibly. Whatever you want, my love, I’m just trying to offer you the best. The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Sebastián Montero, who entered the room with a determined step.

Despite his 70 years, his presence was still imposing, his perfectly cut gray suit enhancing his still athletic figure. Good morning, he greeted evaluating the scene with expert eyes. I see you’re in good hands, son. Valeria stood up immediately, adopting a different posture. Don Sebastián was just telling Alejandro about the treatment options I have researched. The old man nodded absently, his attention fixed on the intact coffee cup. I interrupt breakfast. No, not at all, replied Alejandro.

We were finishing. As if summoned telepathically, Lucia appeared at the door with a tray. Her gray uniform was impeccably ironed, her hair pulled back into a simple bun. He seemed to have hesitated when he saw the room full of people. “Excuse me,” he murmured. “I brought breakfast, but I can come back later.” “Go ahead, Lucia,” Sebastian interjected with a warm smile. My child needs to be fed properly. Valeria watched with a tense expression as Lucía placed the tray on the side table. The contrast was evident.

Perfectly browned toast, scrambled eggs, black coffee with a single spoonful of sugar, exactly as Alejandro liked it. “Thank you, Lucia,” Alejandro said, his voice softening involuntarily. “It’s nothing, sir,” she replied. Discreetly removing the intact cup of coffee that Valeria had brought, an awkward silence settled in the room. Valeria broke it by ostensibly consulting her diamond watch. “I must go. I have a meeting with the foundation’s protocol team,” he announced, leaning over to kiss Alejandro’s cheek superficially.

“I’ll be back for dinner. I have booked in that French restaurant that you like so much. I asked them to prepare something special to take away. When Valeria left, Sebastian sat in the armchair by the window, watching his son with a thoughtful expression. Interesting, don’t you think?, he commented when they were alone. Three years of relationship and he doesn’t know how you like coffee. Alexander sighed deeply. He’s trying, father. Of course they do, replied the old man with irony, barely concealed. Just when your paralysis threatens her millionaire wedding plans.

Lucia, who was arranging the pillows, seemed to tense at the word paralysis and the tone in which it was uttered. Alejandro noticed it immediately. Lucia, could you leave us alone for a moment? He asked kindly. She nodded and quietly withdrew, but not before Alejandro noticed a shadow of confusion in her eyes. You have to be more careful about what you say, father,” he whispered as the door closed. “You almost discovered.” Sebastian dismissed the concern with a gesture. “That girl is too upright to be listening to other people’s conversations,” he said confidently.

“Unlike your girlfriend, who probably has hidden microphones on your gold cufflinks. You are being unfair to Valeria,” Alejandro protested, although without much conviction. The old man looked at him with a mixture of compassion and exasperation. “Do you know what your mother told me a week before she died?” her suddenly soft voice asked. Sebastian, our son has everything, except the only thing that matters. Someone who loves you for who you are, not for what you have. The words hit Alejandro like a physical punch.

“You never told me that,” he muttered. I never found the right time,” Sebastian replied looking out the window at the extensive gardens of the mansion. Yesterday, when I returned home, I found Lucia in the library. “In the library?” asked Alejandro, surprised. “What was he doing there?” Researching care for patients with spinal injuries,” his father explained with a meaningful smile. I had borrowed three medical books from your collection and was meticulously taking notes. When I asked him why he didn’t just search the internet, “Do you know what he answered?” Alejandro shook his head, genuinely intrigued.

He said, “The Internet has general information, sir, but Mr. Alejandro is not a general case. I need to understand exactly how to best help you.” Sebastian paused significantly. That girl spent 4 hours of her free time studying how to take care of you. While your girlfriend was researching exclusive resorts in Switzerland, a knot formed in Alejandro’s throat. The image of Lucía bent over heavy medical books, taking notes with her hands rough from work, contrasted painfully with that of Valeria, reviewing catalogs of luxury centers.

“I don’t know what to say,” he finally admitted. “Don’t say anything,” Sebastian replied getting up. “Just look at how I watched your mother for 40 years, marveling every day at my good fortune to have her by my side. ” When his father left, Alejandro was immersed in memories of his childhood. Her mother, Elena, had been an extraordinary woman, elegant, without ostentation, firm, but fair, genuinely concerned about the well-being of those around her. He remembered how he greeted every employee in the mansion by name, how he took a sincere interest in their families, as he had never, never once treated anyone with disdain for his social position.

At what point had he forgotten those lessons? When had you begun to value surface brilliance more than depth of character? His reflections were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. It was Lucia who came in with a small bottle in her hand. “Excuse the interruption, sir,” he said in a soft voice. “It’s time for your medication.” Alejandro watched her while he carefully measured the liquid in a teaspoon. Now I noticed details that I had previously overlooked, the delicacy of his movements, the concentration in his eyes as he made sure of the exact dose, the gentleness with which he held his head to help him swallow.

Lucia said impulsively. Can I ask you something personal? She looked surprised, but nodded. Of course, sir. Why do you work here? The question came out more abruptly than I intended. I mean, you’re clearly smart and dedicated. You could do a lot of other things. Lucia seemed to carefully consider the question as she arranged the medication in the medicine cabinet. “My mother got sick 6 years ago,” her calm but firm voice began. We needed money for his treatments. Your recommendation opened the doors of this house for me and the salary you pay has allowed her to receive the medical care she needs.

“You could have looked for another job when she got better,” insisted a genuinely curious Alejandro. A small smile appeared on Lucia’s lips. He could have, he admitted. But here I learned a lot. Mrs. Elena had an impressive library and allowed me to borrow books when I finished my homework. The mention of his mother surprised Alejandro. Did you meet my mother? Lucia nodded. And for the first time Alejandro saw real emotion on his face. I worked here during the last year of his life, he explained gently.

She taught me everything I know about running a house like this, but more importantly, she taught me about dignity. Dignity, Alejandro repeated, feeling an unexpected connection with the past. Yes, Lucia confirmed, her eyes shining with the memory. He once told me, Lucia, true dignity is not in what you possess, but in how you treat others and yourself. Never forget it. The words resonated deeply with Alexander. They were so characteristically her mother’s that she could almost hear her uttering them.

“It sounds exactly like something she’d say,” he muttered, feeling a twinge of pain and nostalgia. Lucia seemed to hesitate before continuing. “The last week,” he said quietly, when he was already very weak, he asked me to promise him something. “What did he ask of you?” asked Alejandro holding his breath. He asked me to take care of you,” Lucia replied, her cheeks slightly tinged pink. Not from your house or your things, but from you. He said you knew a lot about business, but little about what really matters in life.

The revelation hit Alejandro like a wave. His mother, even in her final days, had been worried about her future, not about her financial success, but about her authentic happiness. You’ve never told me,” his voice said in a whisper. “It didn’t seem like my place to do it, sir,” she replied simply. “Besides, you had never asked me anything personal before.” The truth, in those words, embarrassed him deeply. 5 years working in her home and she had never really been interested in who she was, what she dreamed of, what motivated her.

A silence charged with meaning filled the room. Alejandro found himself gazing at Lucia as if he were seeing her for the first time, not as the maid in the gray uniform, but as a woman of extraordinary integrity and depth. And have you kept that promise?” he finally asked. The one you did to my mother. A melancholy smile appeared on Lucia’s face. “I’ve tried, sir,” he replied simply. Although it has not always been easy. Why not? Lucia looked away at the window.

where sunlight illuminated the gardens she helped maintain. “Because in order to really take care of someone, that person has to allow it,” he explained with surprising clarity. “And you’ve kept the world at a distance.” The insight of observation left Alexander momentarily speechless. It was true. Since his mother’s death he had built invisible, but impenetrable walls around him, allowing people to get close to his money, to his position, but never really to him.

Suddenly uncomfortable with the direction of his thoughts, he changed the subject. My father told me he found you studying medical books last night. Lucia’s cheeks blushed visibly. She didn’t want to be intrusive, she hurriedly explained. I just thought it might be more helpful if I understood his condition better. It’s the most thoughtful thing someone has done for me in a long time,” Alejandro said with absolute sincerity. Their gazes met for an instant that seemed to extend indefinitely. Something indefinable, but powerful happened between them.

A current of understanding that transcended words. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Alejandro’s phone. It was a message from Valeria with a selfie in the most exclusive boutique in the city choosing something special to cheer you up, my love. The position could not be clearer. Valeria spending thousands in a luxury store, while Lucia spent hours studying how to take better care of him. Do you need anything else, sir?, Lucia asked, resuming her professional tone. Alejandro wanted to say so many things. He wanted to confess his farce.

Explain to her why he had orchestrated this elaborate lie, apologize for not having actually seen her for five years. But the words caught in his throat. No, thank you, Lucia. You may go. As the door closed behind her, Alejandro found himself engulfed in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Guilt over the deception mingled with the growing certainty that this charade was revealing truths he might never have discovered otherwise. For the first time since this game began, he wondered who would be hurt the most when the truth came out, and for the first time, he feared it might be the very person who least deserved it.

As she gazed at the photograph of her mother on the nightstand, a revelation crystallized in her mind. Her heart had begun to recognize what her mind had yet to admit, and that recognition changed absolutely everything. The antique clock in the hallway struck 11 a.m. with its characteristic deep sound. It was the fifth day of the farce, and the Montero mansion was bustling with unusual activity. Valeria had organized a luncheon to cheer Alejandro up, inviting his closest friends from her social circle.

In the kitchen, Lucía efficiently coordinated the three chefs hired for the occasion, while overseeing the preparation of Alejandro’s favorite dishes, which she herself had suggested. Her dark circles under her eyes revealed sleepless nights, alternating between caring for her patient and her regular responsibilities at the mansion. “Where should I put these flowers, miss?” one of the attendants asked, holding an extravagant floral arrangement that cost as much as Lucía earned in a month. “In the main hall, please,” she replied politely, “and be sure to remove the lilies.”

Mr. Alejandro is allergic to them.” Valeria, who was overseeing the final details, dressed in a €4,000 tailored suit, narrowed her eyes. “Leave them,” she ordered the assistant. “They are the most beautiful in the arrangement.” Lucía stood her ground, though her voice remained respectful. “With all due respect, miss, lilies make Mr. Alejandro sneeze. It could be uncomfortable for him and the guests. Since when does a maid make decisions about the decor?” Valeria snapped, her mask of kindness slipping momentarily.

Silence fell over the kitchen. The chefs exchanged awkward glances as they continued working, pretending not to hear. “Since Mr. Alejandro personally entrusted me with your care,” Lucía replied with quiet dignity. “But of course, you have the final say, miss.” Before Valeria could reply, Sebastián Montero entered the kitchen, impeccable in his navy blue suit and with his commanding presence. “Good morning,” he greeted, assessing the scene with discerning eyes. “Any problem?” Valeria instantly changed her expression. “Not at all, Mr. Sebastián,” she replied with a radiant smile.

Just finalizing the details so everything is perfect. The old man looked at the disputed floral arrangement. “Those lilies must be removed,” he said matter-of-factly. “My son has been allergic since childhood.” Lucía’s silent victory didn’t go unnoticed by Valeria, whose smile visibly tightened. “Of course, it’s careless of me,” she conceded, gesturing to the assistant to remove the flowers. Sebastián approached the stove, where Lucía was overseeing a deliciously fragrant soup. “Chicken broth with fresh vegetables?” he asked, inhaling appreciatively.

It was my wife’s specialty for difficult days. Señora Elena taught me the recipe, sir, Lucía confirmed with a small smile. She said it was infallible for lifting one’s spirits. Valeria watched the exchange with growing irritation. The familiarity between the Montero patriarch and the maid was something she hadn’t anticipated. “Don Sebastián, the first guests are about to arrive,” she intervened, delicately taking his arm. “Will you accompany me to the hall?” As they walked away, Lucía finished preparing the tray for Alejandro.

Unlike the ostentatious service that would be used for guests, she chose the simple china he preferred for his private meals. She placed a small wildflower in a glass, a personal touch she knew he would appreciate more than the expensive orchids in the main centerpiece. Upon entering Alejandro’s room, she found him gazing out the window at the bustle of luxury vehicles that were beginning to arrive. He was formally dressed in a light blue shirt that she had personally ironed, sitting in the wheelchair that was part of his elaborate lie.

“Your lunch, sir,” she announced softly. Alejandro turned, his face lighting up at the sight of her. It was a subtle but undeniable reaction that Lucía had begun to notice in recent days. “Just in time to save me,” he said with a knowing smile. “I have no idea how I’m going to survive three hours of shallow conversation about yachts and stocks.” Lucía placed the tray on the side table and started to help him, but he gently stopped her. “Wait, close the door for a moment,” she requested softly.

“I need to talk to you.” Intrigued, Lucía obeyed and returned to him. Alejandro seemed unusually nervous. “I’ve been thinking a lot these days,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “About my life, my decisions, the people around me.” Lucía waited patiently, her hands clasped in front of her immaculate uniform. “I was wondering,” he continued hesitantly, “what you would think of someone who lies to uncover the truth?” The question hung in the air like a delicate bubble. Lucía considered her response for several seconds. “I think we sometimes look for complicated answers to simple questions,” she finally replied.

“The truth has a way of revealing itself without the need for stratagems.” Something in her response seemed to deeply affect Alejandro. His expression became thoughtful, almost vulnerable. And if that person is so accustomed to people lying to them out of self-interest that they no longer know how to recognize sincerity, Lucía looked him straight in the eyes with an intensity unusual for her. Then that person needs to learn to trust what they see day after day, not extraordinary words or gestures.

A meaningful silence settled between them. For a moment, it seemed Alejandro was about to confess something important, but they were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Valeria entered with a group of four elegantly dressed people: Francisco and Camila Rivera, heirs to a hotel chain, and the Martínez brothers, well-known real estate investors. “Here’s our brave patient,” Valeria exclaimed theatrically. The way he faces this ordeal is not admirable. The guests approached with expressions of mock concern.

Lucía discreetly moved to a corner, suddenly invisible to everyone except Alejandro, whose gaze continued to search for her as he mechanically greeted his visitors. “What an unfortunate accident, my friend,” Francisco commented, patting her shoulder with unnecessary force. “But you’ll see, with your money you’ll have the best specialists in the world. Rehabilitation is crucial,” Camila added, leaning in more than necessary and showing her cleavage. “My cousin was left like that after a skiing accident, but in six months he was back on the slopes.”

Sure, he spent a fortune on an exclusive resort in Aspen. Alejandro nodded politely, but his eyes revealed profound boredom. Valeria, sensing his lack of enthusiasm, tried to liven up the conversation. “We’ve been considering options in Switzerland,” she commented, stroking Alejandro’s arm possessively. “Although my poor fiancé prefers to recover at home, right, honey?” The term “fiancé” made Lucía involuntarily look up. There was no ring on Valeria’s finger, but the territorial message was clear. “We haven’t set a wedding date yet,” Alejandro clarified.

Her voice suddenly firm. In fact, I think this situation has taught us that we have different priorities. An awkward silence fell over the group. Valeria laughed nervously. “My love, the accident has affected your mood,” she said, trying to control the situation. “We should go to the dining room. Dinner is ready. I prefer to eat here,” Alejandro replied. Lucía has already brought me my lunch. All eyes turned to the tray on the small table. Steaming broth, freshly baked bread, a crisp salad, and a simple wildflower in a glass of water.

The simplicity of the arrangement contrasted dramatically with the ostentation that awaited in the main dining room. “As you prefer, dear,” Valeria conceded with a tight smile. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” “I’m sure,” he replied calmly. “Lucia will help me if I need anything.” The guests exchanged confused glances as Valeria led them toward the door, casting one last icy stare toward Lucia. When they were alone, Alejandro sighed deeply. “Thank you for saving me,” he said, tasting the soup with genuine appreciation. “This is delicious.”

“It’s her mother’s prescription,” Lucía explained, leaning closer to arrange the napkin in her lap. She always said it was better than any medicine. “I miss her every day,” Alejandro confessed with sudden vulnerability. She would have seen right through Valeria in five minutes. Lucía remained silent, aware that it wasn’t her place to opine about her employer’s girlfriend. “What do you think of her, Lucía?” Alejandro asked directly. And please, be honest. Caught in an impossible question, Lucía chose her words with extreme care.

“I think Miss Valeria is exactly who she has always shown herself to be,” he replied diplomatically. “And that you have always seen the truth, although you may have chosen not to acknowledge it.” The answer, as honest as it was prudent, brought an appreciative smile to Alejandro. “You are much wiser than people imagine, aren’t you? I’m just observing, sir,” she replied simply. “When you have been in the shadows for so long, you learn to see what happens in the light.” Lunch in the main dining room stretched into three hours.

From his room, Alejandro could hear the exaggerated laughter, the toasts with €300-a-bottle champagne, the superficial comments about Marbella properties and rising stocks. It was his world, the circle to which he belonged by birth and fortune, but for the first time, he felt completely disconnected from it. At 4:30 p.m., when the last guests had left, Valeria returned to the room. Her face showed the effects of several glasses of champagne and her barely contained irritation.

Your friends have left, she announced tersely. You could have tried a little harder, Alejandro. Francisco is considering investing in our shopping center project. I don’t recall ever approving any shopping center projects, he replied, watching her with renewed interest. Valeria waved her hand impatiently. Details, details. The point is, while you’re here pretending to be an invalid, there are business opportunities we’re missing out on. The word pretending hung in the air like a threat. Alejandro felt a chill run down his spine.

“What do you mean by confiding?” he asked cautiously. Valeria’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Oh, come on, Alejandro. I’m not stupid.” She leaned closer until her face was inches from his. “I saw you moving your foot yesterday when you thought no one was looking. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s starting to irritate me.” Alejandro’s heart raced. His charade had been exposed, but somehow he felt not the panic he’d expected, but rather a strange liberation. “And what do you plan to do about it?” he asked, surprisingly calm.

Valeria smiled, regaining her calculating composure. “Nothing for now,” she replied, caressing his cheek with mock tenderness. “I suppose you have your reasons for this charade. Perhaps it will even benefit me. After all, a vulnerable man needs a devoted wife even more, don’t you think?” Her tone made it clear that she had decided to use deception to her advantage rather than expose him. It was exactly the kind of manipulation that confirmed everything Alejandro had begun to suspect. Valeria said in a firm voice.

I think we should talk about our future. Of course, my love, she replied with venomous sweetness. But now I must go. I have a spa appointment I simply can’t cancel. The stress of taking care of you is taking its toll on my complexion. When the door closed behind her, Alejandro remained motionless for several minutes. The revelation that Valeria knew the truth, but had chosen to play along. Out of convenience, completely changed the dynamics of his plan. His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Lucía, carrying a tray of tea.

“I thought you might like something warm after such an intense afternoon,” she said, placing the cup on the table. Alejandro observed her with a new clarity. While Valeria played chess with her feelings, calculating each move for her own benefit, Lucía was simply there, day after day, offering comfort without expecting anything in return. Lucía suddenly said, “If you could do anything with your life, if money and circumstances were no object, what would you do?” The question seemed to surprise her.

For a moment, her professional mask slipped, revealing the woman behind the uniform. “I would study medicine,” she replied with unexpected passion. “I always wanted to be a doctor, to help those who suffer, but when my mother fell ill, I had to abandon my studies.” The answer moved Alejandro deeply. Here was a woman with a noble purpose, forced by circumstances to serve people who barely saw her as a person. “How old are you, Lucía?” “27, sir. It’s not too late to study,” he observed. “Could you pick up where you left off?”

A sad smile appeared on Lucía’s lips. Perhaps one day she would respond with resignation. But for now, my mother still needs expensive treatments, and this job pays better than any I could aspire to without a college degree. The simplicity of her dilemma, the dignity with which she accepted the limitations imposed by her situation, awakened in Alejandro an admiration he had never felt for anyone. “Do you know what my father told me yesterday?” he commented, seemingly changing the subject: that he had never seen anyone work so hard for so little recognition.

Lucia’s cheeks flushed pink. “I’m just doing my job, sir.” “No,” Alejandro replied firmly. “You do much more than that. You take care of this house as if it were your own. You worry about people who barely thank you. Do you study medical books in your spare time to better care for a man who didn’t even bother to really know you for five years?” Lucia lowered her gaze, visibly uncomfortable with the acknowledgment. “Your mother always said that excellence isn’t an act, but a habit,” she murmured.

“I don’t know how to do things any other way.” Something inside Alejandro snapped at that moment. The comparison between this woman of unwavering principles and the manipulative woman who sought to become his wife was so absolute, so definitive, that he wondered how he could have been so blind. “Lucia, there’s something I must tell you,” he began, determined to confess his deception. But before he could continue, the door abruptly opened. It was Sebastián, with an alarmed expression on his usually impassive face.

“Alejandro, it’s your Aunt Isabel,” he announced in a deep voice. “She’s had a heart attack. We must go to the hospital immediately.” The world seemed to stop. Aunt Isabel, his mother’s sister and the only real relative he had left besides his father, was in danger. “Get the car ready,” Alejandro replied, momentarily forgetting his charade. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.” When his father left to give instructions to the chauffeur, Alejandro found himself at a crossroads. He looked at Lucía, whose eyes reflected genuine concern, and made a decision.

Slowly, before her astonished gaze, he stood up. “Sir, what are you doing?” she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise. “Your injury, there is no injury, Lucía,” she confessed, feeling an enormous weight leave her shoulders. There never was one. It was all a lie to test whether Valeria truly loved me. The shock on Lucía’s face gradually gave way to understanding, and then to something more complex. Disappointment. Was it all a farce? her barely audible voice asked. The sleepless nights.

“The worry, the care. I’m so sorry,” Alejandro murmured, realizing too late the damage he had caused. “I never thought about how this would affect other people.” Lucía took a step back, her face regaining the professional mask it had begun to shed in recent days. “I must inform the kitchen that you will not be home for dinner tonight,” she said in a neutral voice, as if she hadn’t just discovered she had unwittingly been part of a cruel deception. Lucía, wait. Alejandro tried to stop her.

Please, let me explain. But she was already heading for the door. Her posture erect, her dignity intact despite the blow she had received. “Your aunt needs you, sir,” she replied without turning around. He shouldn’t keep her waiting. As the door closed behind her, Alejandro realized that in his elaborate game to discover the truth about Valeria, he had deeply hurt the only person who had ever shown him genuine care. And as he prepared to go to the hospital, a certainty crystallized in his mind.

He had gained clarity about his relationship with Valeria, but the price had been losing the trust of someone infinitely more valuable. San Rafael Hospital glittered under the night lights, its glass facade reflecting the stars like a monumental mirror. It was 11:15 p.m. when Alejandro emerged through the automatic doors, exhausted but relieved. His aunt Isabel was stable after six hours of stress and medical procedures. “The car is ready, son,” announced Sebastián, who was waiting for him in the lobby.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? The doctors say he’ll sleep until tomorrow,” Alejandro replied, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Besides, I have urgent matters to attend to at home.” During the limo ride, Alejandro remained silent, gazing at the city lights through the tinted window. The disappointed expression on Lucía’s face haunted him like a ghost. “Are you going to tell me what really happened?” Sebastián finally asked. “I know you well enough to know something changed.”

Alejandro sighed deeply. Lucía discovered the truth, he confessed. Or rather, I revealed it to her when the emergency with Aunt Isabel arose. Sebastián nodded slowly. And how did he react? With dignity, Alejandro replied, feeling the weight of the word, like everything he does. An enigmatic smile appeared on the old man’s face. You know, your mother used to say that the true measure of a person is not how they treat their equals, but how they respond when they’ve been unjustly hurt.

The words resonated deeply with Alejandro as the limousine drove through the imposing gates of the Montero mansion. It was almost midnight, but to his surprise, the kitchen lights were still on. Entering through the side door, he found Lucía meticulously preparing a tray of sandwiches, fruit, and hot tea. She was still wearing her uniform, even though her shift had officially ended six hours earlier. Lucía murmured, surprised by his presence. “What are you doing here so late?” She flinched slightly, but quickly regained her professional composure.

“I imagined you’d come back from the hospital hungry, sir,” she replied in a neutral voice, avoiding his gaze. “How is your aunt?” “Stable,” Alejandro replied, touched by the gesture. “The doctors say she’ll make a full recovery.” Lucía nodded, evidently relieved. “I’m very glad. Señora Isabel has always been very kind to me.” An awkward silence fell between them. Alejandro watched as her hands, slightly reddened from constant work, meticulously arranged the tray. “You should have gone home hours ago,” she finally said. “I was worried,” she replied simply, as if it were the most natural explanation in the world.

The simplicity of her response, the absence of reproach or bitterness, struck Alejandro harder than any accusation. “Lucia, about what happened earlier, you don’t need to explain anything, sir,” she interrupted with respectful firmness. “Your reasons are your own business. I owe you an explanation,” he insisted, “and an apology.” Lucía finally looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of suppressed pain and resignation. “What you owe me, sir, is respect,” she replied with a dignity that left him speechless.

The same one I’ve shown him all these years. Before Alejandro could respond, the kitchen door opened abruptly. It was Valeria, dressed in a black silk gown that clearly wasn’t sleepwear. “Alejandro,” she exclaimed with mock concern. “I didn’t know you were back. How is Isabel?” Her breath smelled faintly of alcohol and expensive perfume. Alejandro noticed a telling detail. She was wearing a different lipstick than she had used that morning. “Where were you, Valeria?” she asked with studied calm.

I called you three times from the hospital. At the spa, like I told you, she answered, too quickly. Then I went home to change. My phone must have run out of battery. Lucía discreetly lowered her gaze, continuing with her task while the lie hung in the air like cheap perfume. “Interesting,” Alejandro commented, “Because I called your apartment too. Your assistant said you had gone out with Ricardo Fuentes to a business dinner.” Valeria’s perfectly made-up face visibly tensed.

“Ricardo wanted to discuss the shopping center plans,” she improvised, quickly regaining her composure. “It was strictly professional. Of course,” Alejandro replied, his voice thick with irony. “So professional that you forgot to mention you’d be having dinner with the man who tried to buy my company last year.” Valeria narrowed her eyes, sensing the change in Alejandro’s demeanor. “I didn’t know I had to inform you of every move I make,” she retorted, gradually abandoning her sweet facade, “especially considering your current condition.” The tension in the kitchen was palpable.

Lucía silently finished preparing the tray and made to leave. “Stay, Lucía,” Alejandro ordered with surprising firmness. “This conversation concerns you as well.” Valeria looked at the maid with barely concealed disdain. “What could this servant possibly have to do with matters between us?” Alejandro took a deep breath, making the decision that had been forming inside him for days. Lucía has witnessed something important, Valeria,” his voice began, taking on a renewed certainty. “She has witnessed how you treat people when you believe they can do you no good, how you abandon someone you supposedly love when it becomes inconvenient, how money and status are the only things that truly matter to you.

Valeria’s face transformed, the mask of kindness falling away completely to reveal the fury beneath. You dare judge me? I hissed, you who have been feigning paralysis to manipulate everyone around you, Lucia couldn’t contain a small gasp of surprise. Valeria smiled wickedly. “Oh, I haven’t told you, my dear,” she said with poisonous sweetness, “Your adored boss has been perfectly healthy this whole time. All your sacrifices, your sleepless nights, your touching dedication—it was all part of his little experiment.” Alejandro took a step forward, instinctively placing himself between the two women.

“Enough, Valeria,” he said with authority that surprised even himself. Lucía already knows the truth. I revealed it to her myself this afternoon. The surprise on Valeria’s face was momentary, quickly replaced by a calculating smile. “I understand what’s going on here,” she said, assessing the situation with fresh eyes. “Have you grown attached to the maid?” How touching and convenient. She approached Alejandro, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper. “But let’s be realistic, darling. You can have fun with her if you want.”

He wouldn’t be the first millionaire to do so. But we both know you need someone of your standing for the role of wife. The calculated cruelty of her words, spoken as if Lucía weren’t present or didn’t matter, crystallized everything Alejandro had been feeling. “You’re right about one thing, Valeria,” he replied clearly. “I need someone of my standing, someone with integrity, compassion, and genuine dignity.” He paused meaningfully. Qualities Lucía possesses in abundance and which you, with all your money and connections, have never demonstrated.

Valeria’s eyes widened in indignation. “Are you breaking up with me?” she asked incredulously. “Because of a maid?” Alejandro corrected her. “I’m breaking up with you because I finally see who you really are.” “My accident didn’t create your indifference and superficiality; it merely revealed them.” Valeria laughed bitterly, regaining her composure with the swiftness of a predator. “You’ll regret this,” she warned, adjusting her jacket with studied elegance. “When the novelty of playing Savior to your Cinderella wears off, you’ll remember that you belong in our world, not hers.”

With those words, he headed for the door, pausing briefly to cast one last venomous glare at Lucía. Enjoy your five minutes of attention, my dear. Men like him always return to women like me. When the door closed behind her, a heavy silence fell over the kitchen. Lucía remained motionless, her face an indecipherable mask of suppressed emotions. “I should go,” she finally murmured, making a move to pick up her bag. “Please don’t go,” Alejandro pleaded, his voice stripped of all pretense.

“No, it’s been a long day, sir,” she replied, avoiding his gaze. “And I must be here early tomorrow. There won’t be a tomorrow like that,” Alejandro declared firmly. “You will not return to this house as an employee, Lucia.” She paled visibly, interpreting his words as a dismissal. “I understand,” she said with dignity, though her voice trembled slightly. “I will gather my things in the morning.” “You misunderstood me,” Alejandro corrected him quickly, walking over until he was standing directly in front of her. “I don’t want you to return as an employee, because I want you to return as something completely different.”

Confusion and caution mingled in Lucia’s eyes. “I don’t understand, sir.” Alejandro breathed deeply, searching for the right words to express the transformation he had undergone. “For five years, you’ve been by my side every day. You’ve taken care of my house, remembered my preferences, honored my mother’s memory, and over the past few days, you’ve shown me more loyalty, compassion, and genuine respect than anyone in my social circle.” He paused, gathering his courage. “I’m ashamed to admit that it took a charade to see what was always right in front of me.”

Lucía’s eyes moistened, but she maintained her composure. What exactly are you saying? I’m saying that I’ve been surrounded by fake people my whole life, people who only see my bank account and my last name, she replied, her voice gaining intensity. And that you’re the only person who’s ever truly seen me, Alejandro, not the Montero heir. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. I’m saying that I want to get to know you, Lucía, not as my employee, but as the extraordinary woman you are.

I want to know your dreams, your fears, your hopes. I want the chance to earn your trust, to prove to you that I can be worthy of someone like you. A lone tear rolled down Lucia’s cheek, finally breaking her careful composure. “Why should I trust you?” she asked with painful honesty. “How do I know this isn’t another test or experiment?” The question hit him hard, but Alejandro recognized its legitimacy. “You can’t know,” she admitted humbly. “I can only ask that you give me the chance to prove it to you with actions, not words.” He took an envelope from his jacket and placed it on the table.

“This is my first attempt,” she explained. “It’s a full scholarship to San Carlos Medical School. It covers tuition, books, and a monthly stipend so you can dedicate yourself exclusively to studying. No conditions, no expectations. It’s yours, regardless of what you decide about us.” Lucía’s eyes widened in astonishment. “I can’t accept something like this,” she murmured, though her voice betrayed the deep longing in her heart. “It’s not a gift,” Alejandro corrected. “It’s an investment in someone who deserves the chance to reach their potential.”

“Besides,” she added with a small smile, “it includes full medical coverage for your mother. The best specialists, the most advanced treatments.” The mention of her mother broke through Lucía’s last defenses. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. “Why?” she asked simply. “Why would he do something like that for me?” Alejandro looked at her with an intensity that communicated more than any words. “Because during my supposed paralysis, I was happier with your mere presence than in three years with Valeria and her entire world of empty luxuries,” he confessed.

Because when I thought my aunt was in danger, you were the person I thought of. And because when I was finally able to get out of that wheelchair, all I wanted was to be at your level. A silence filled with possibilities filled the space between them. Finally, Lucía spoke. Her voice barely a whisper. “My shift ends at 7 tomorrow,” she said, timidly brushing the envelope with her fingers. “If you really want to meet me, we could have a coffee as equals.” The simplicity of her proposal, the dignity with which she set her terms, moved Alejandro deeply.

“It will be an honor,” he replied with absolute sincerity. At that moment, the kitchen door opened again. It was Sebastian, who assessed the scene with discerning eyes. “Forgive me for interrupting,” he said, though his smile suggested he wasn’t at all sorry for entering. “I just wanted to make sure everything was all right. Everything is perfectly fine, Father,” Alejandro replied without taking his eyes off Lucia. For the first time in a long time, the old man nodded with barely concealed approval. “Lucia, it’s too late for you to return home alone,” he remarked casually.

“I’ll order the chauffeur to take you.” “Thank you, Mr. Sebastian,” she replied, gradually regaining her composure. “That’s very kind. It’s not kindness, it’s the right thing to do,” the old man corrected. “Something my late wife always valued above all else.” As Lucía gathered her belongings, Sebastián approached his son. “Your mother would be proud,” he murmured, briefly squeezing her shoulder. “You’re finally seeing with your heart, not just your eyes.” As Lucía headed for the door, Alejandro escorted her to the foyer.

In the dim light of the hall, she looked different, younger, more vulnerable, but also stronger, as if an invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. See you tomorrow, Mr. Alejandro. She said her final goodbye formally, although there was a new warmth in her voice. See you tomorrow, Lucía, he replied. And please, just Alejandro. A small smile appeared on her lips. That will take practice, Alejandro. The way she pronounced his name, stripped of formalities and hierarchies, sounded more intimate than any caress.

As he watched the car drive away down the driveway, Alejandro understood with crystal clarity the most valuable lesson his charade had taught him. Sometimes we must lose everything we believe is important to discover what truly matters. And in his case, what truly mattered had a name, a face, and a dignity that no fortune could buy.