Afterward, Mariana left medicine.
First came sleepless nights.
Then unanswered calls.
Eventually, she stopped recognizing the woman in the mirror.
Alejandro had supported her during those darkest months. He drove her to therapy, cooked when she couldn’t get out of bed, and declined social invitations so he could stay home with her.
Mariana never forgot that.
Perhaps that was why she remained silent when his support gradually became resentment and passive-aggressive cruelty.
“I’m the one who had to carry you through it.”
“You’re not the woman I married anymore.”
“Take a look in the mirror before you criticize me.”
Over time, she convinced herself that tolerating his cruelty was simply repayment for the fact that he hadn’t abandoned her.
At seven, Sergio Mendoza arrived.
The instant the doorbell rang, Alejandro became another person. He smiled broadly, spoke with booming confidence, uncorked an expensive bottle of wine, and greeted his boss as though he hadn’t spent the previous ten minutes humiliating his wife.
Mariana remained in the master bedroom.
From there, she heard Sergio compliment the food. “Your wife’s cooking is incredible, Alejandro. Invite her to sit down with us.”
A short pause followed.
“She can’t,” Alejandro replied, lowering his voice into a tragic tone. “Ever since the tragedy with our daughter, she’s been extremely fragile. She can hardly tolerate being around strangers.”
Mariana lifted her head, her stomach sinking.
“That must be very difficult on you,” Sergio observed sympathetically.
Alejandro sighed heavily. “Well, you don’t abandon someone when they’re broken. I’ve had to cancel business trips, miss important meetings, even pass up career opportunities because she calls me having a panic attack and I have to rush home. Some weeks, she practically doesn’t leave the house.”
