She complained about the babies, joked about enduring them until marriage, spoke of money, of sending them away once everything was secured. Then she laughed, admitting it was all an act.
Daniel left silently and sat in his car, hands shaking. That night, Vanessa smiled at dinner and spoke of their future. Daniel felt sick. He needed proof—undeniable truth.
The next day, he hired a discreet security firm. Cameras were installed quietly. He pretended to leave on a business trip but checked into a nearby hotel instead.
The truth came fast. Vanessa ignored the crying babies, scrolling on her phone, calling María to handle everything. María appeared like calm itself—soothing, feeding, holding the twins close. The babies settled instantly against her, as if she were safety itself.
The second day was worse. Vanessa shouted, insulted, stormed out, leaving the twins crying alone. María rushed in later, shaken, apologizing to them through tears as she fed them. Daniel watched, heart breaking, understanding the difference between interest and love.