I Discovered My Husband with My Son’s Fiancée Days Before the Wedding — But It Was My Son Who Stopped Me From Acting on Anger
The morning before the dress rehearsal, Madrid had that unmistakable smell of damp earth, a quiet reminder of the city’s hidden corners. I stepped out of the building with my umbrella half-open, my mind juggling a million details: flowers from Lavapiés, the tasting menu at Arturo Soria, final dress adjustments. Everything had been organized down…