Desperate after losing his job, a single father accepted help, not imagining that she was a millionaire and would change his life. “Please help us. My daughter is soaked and cold,” Mateo cried over the sound of the rain, hugging Lucía against his chest as the water ran down her face, mixing with the tears she refused to admit. The woman with the black umbrella looked at the soaked man holding the little girl. Her eyes reflected doubt, but she extended her free hand. “Get in the car, I’ll take you to a safe place,” she replied, her voice firm but kind. “We don’t need charity,” Mateo replied, although his arms tightened around Lucía when he felt her tremble. “It’s not charity, it’s humanity,” the woman said. “Besides, that girl needs to dry off before she gets sick.” Mateo looked around. The streets of the neighborhood were deserted under the storm and the shelter had rejected them due to lack of space. He had no options. “It’s okay,” he finally gave in. 12 hours earlier, Mateo Sánchez had received his last check at the Hernández construction company. Don Ramón, the construction manager had given him an awkward slap. on the shoulder I’m sorry Mateo We lost the contract and we have to cut staff Mateo had nodded silently putting away the envelope with his severance pay It would barely be enough for a month of food and that was stretching every peso The eviction notice he found stuck to his door when he got home was like a punch in the stomach What’s wrong Dad asked Lucía her big brown eyes identical to Gabriela’s “Nothing my love just a boring piece of paper.

” He lied tearing off the notice and hiding it in his pocket Three days He only had three days before the landlord kicked them out onto the street Mateo made dinner with the beans they had left while Lucía colored at the small kitchen table Look dad I drew our new house the girl said showing him a picture of a big house with a garden Mateo’s heart sank Since Gabriela died giving birth to Lucía he had struggled alone 5 years of low paying jobs taking care of his daughter with the occasional help from neighbors promising him that someday they would have a better life And now this the morning of the third day as he packed up what little they could carry the rain began to fall By noon it had turned into a storm At 3 when the landlord knocked on their door demanding the keys Mateo took Lucía a small backpack with documents and some clothes and went out to the street Where are we going dad to look for a special place my love They walked several streets to the municipal shelter only to find it full The social worker suggested they try another area 20 blocks away “Sorry, we don’t have any transportation to offer you,” he apologized. By the time they had walked 10 blocks in the rain, Mateo’s jacket was no longer protecting Lucía. That’s when the black BMW pulled up next to them and the window rolled down. The woman watching them was wearing an immaculate black suit and had eyes that seemed to see right through Mateo. “Do you need any help?” she asked. And now they were in her luxury car, Lucía was trembling against Mateo’s chest as the stranger drove in silence. “My name is Isabela Reyes,” the woman finally said. “And are you Mateo
Sánchez and this is my daughter Lucía.”

Isabela nodded, looking in the rearview mirror at the little girl who was now fascinatedly staring inside the car. What were they doing out in this storm? Mateo hesitated, but his pride was meaningless. We were evicted today. I lost my job at the construction company three days ago. Isabela didn’t respond immediately, her eyes fixed on the road as she made a decision. I have a guest apartment in my building. You can stay there tonight. We can’t accept. Of course you can. She interrupted him. And if you want
to earn your stay, it turns out I need a chauffeur. My previous employee quit last week. The car stopped in front of an elegant building in Polanco. The doorman opened the door with an umbrella while the ballet dancer loaded the car. Mateo had never been in a place like this. Isabela led them to the private elevator that went directly up to their penthouse. Upon entering, an older woman wearing an apron greeted them. “Doña Carmen, please prepare the guest room and a hot bath for the girl,” Isabela ordered. “And bring any dry clothes we have. I think the donation box is still in storage.”

” Lucía looked at everything with huge eyes, from the large windows that showed off the city to the elegant furniture. “Are you a princess?” she asked Isabela innocently. Isabela smiled for the first time since she picked him up. “No, little one, I just have a job that pays well.” While Doña Carmen took Lucía to get a bath, Isabela offered Mateo a towel and dry clothes. “The guest bathroom is over there,” he pointed. “Later we can talk about the details of the job if you’re really interested.” “Why is she doing this?” Mateo asked. “She doesn’t even know me.” Isabela
looked away towards the window where the rain was still falling. Let’s just say I know what it’s like to feel lost even surrounded by all this. Two hours later, after dinner, something Doña Carmen had prepared, Lucía played with some new toys that Isabela had asked to be brought to her. Mateo watched from the couch, still uncomfortable but grateful. “So, do you accept the job?” Isabela asked, sitting in front of him. “I pay well and it comes with the guest apartment, at least until you find something better.” “I’m a builder, not a driver,”
Mateo replied. “We are all many things when we need to be,” she said with a sad smile. “I myself was a waitress before inheriting my father’s company.

“Something in the way Isabel looked at Lucía caught Mateo’s attention. “It was an almost familiar look. I’ll think about it,” she finally replied. While Mateo put Lucía to bed in the guest room, the girl showed him a drawing she had made. “Look, Dad, it’s Mrs. Isabela. You and I are happy because it’s not raining anymore.

” Mateo kissed her forehead, moved by his daughter’s simple hope. In the living room, Isabela held her phone with trembling hands. The crescent-shaped birthmark she had seen on Lucía’s shoulder while Doña Carmen was changing her was identical to the one Gabriela had, her sister she lost years ago. Roberto, I need you to investigate something urgently,” she said in a low voice. “Find out everything you can about Mateo Sánchez and his daughter Lucía. Yes, it’s personal and confidential. I think I just found my niece.” As the rain continued to pound against the windows, three lives began to
intertwine in ways none of them could have imagined that morning. “Sometimes,” Isabela thought, looking toward the room where her guests slept. Storms bring more than water, they bring second chances. The sound of the BMW or B5’s engine echoed softly as Mateo waited in front of the Reyes Desarrollos corporate building. He had been Isabela’s chauffeur for a week and still felt like a fish out of water. The black suit she had insisted on buying him fit him well but itched
at his neck, a constant reminder that he didn’t belong in this world. “You’ll get used to it,” Doña Carmen had told him that morning as she adjusted his tie. “Mrs. Isabela isn’t like other rich people; she has a heart.” The glass doors opened and Isabela got out, accompanied by a tall man in an impeccable suit who looked at her with obvious interest. Mateo hurried to open the back door of the car. “Fernando, I’ll see you at the meeting on Friday,” Isabela said in a professional tone. “Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you to the charity dinner?”
the man insisted, placing his hand familiarly on Isabela’s arm. “I’m sure,” she replied, getting into the car. When Mateo sat behind the wheel, he noticed Isabela watching her through the window with a tense expression. “Is everything okay?” she asked, starting the car. “Yes, just office problems,” Isabela replied, then changing the subject. “How did Lucía behave on her first day of preschool?” Mateo’s expression softened. “She was nervous at first, but when she saw the art supplies, she forgot I existed.” Isabela smiled. “
She’s talented.” The drawings she did yesterday are impressive for a 5-year-old. “She looks just like her mother,” Mateo commented without thinking. “Gabriela was an artist.” “Well, I wanted to do it.” She painted when she could buy materials. A strange silence filled the car. Mateo didn’t usually talk about Gabriela, much less with a stranger. But something about Isabela inspired confidence in him. “What happened to her, if you don’t mind me asking?” Isabela said in a carefully neutral voice. Mateo gripped the steering wheel. “Complications during childbirth. The doctors said it was an embolism.”
They couldn’t do anything. Isabel looked at her through the window, hiding her expression. “I’m so sorry, Mateo.” The rest of the journey was silent until they arrived at a private school in an exclusive area. Mateo looked at the building in surprise. “I thought we were going to the office. “Change of plans.” “I need to pick up some papers for tonight’s event,” Isabela explained. “And I thought you might like to see the type of school Lucía could study at. They have an excellent scholarship program.” Mateo looked at her suspiciously. “She’s very kind, but Lucía is fine at public school. At
least take a look around,” she insisted. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting the best for your daughter.” As they toured the facilities with the director, Mateo had to admit that the place was impressive. “Spacious classrooms, a complete art studio, spacious gardens.” Every corner screamed privilege in a way that made him feel uncomfortable and attracted at the same time. “Our mission is to develop the individual talent of each child,” the director explained. “If your daughter has artistic aptitude, our program would be
perfect for her.” Back in the car, Mateo was quiet. “I’m not trying to buy your gratitude if that’s what you think,” Isabela said suddenly. “So what are you trying to do?” Mateo asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror. Helping is so hard to believe. In my experience, no one gives anything without expecting something in return. Isabela smiled sadly. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do want something. To feel like I’m making a real difference in someone’s life. Not just signing checks for foundations where I never see results. That afternoon, while he was waiting for Isabel outside a meeting, Mateo received a call from Lucía’s teacher. Mr. Sánchez, your daughter
had a minor accident at recess. Nothing serious, just a scrape on her knee, but she’s asking for you. Mateo looked at his watch. Isabela would be in a meeting for at least another hour. “I’m going over there,” he said, without thinking about the consequences. When he arrived at school, he found Lucía sitting in the infirmary with her knee bandaged and watery eyes that lit up when he saw him. “Dad,” she exclaimed, stretching out her arms. Mateo hugged her, feeling the familiar lump in his throat that appeared every time Lucía needed him and he was afraid he wouldn’t be
enough. “I’m here, honey. Does it hurt a lot?” Lucia didn’t respond anymore, showing a brave smile. The teacher put a special band-aid on me that heals quickly. As we left school, Mateo realized his dilemma. He had left Isabela without transportation. He took out his phone to apologize when a message arrived first. Doña Carmen told me about Lucia. Don’t worry about me. I called a taxi. Take her home and let her rest. That night, after putting Lucia to bed, Mateo found Isabela working in the living room of the penthouse. She
He looked up from his laptop. “How is the patient doing?” “Thank you for understanding,” she said, “this afternoon.” Isabela waved her hand dismissively. “Children are the priority,” she always said, then added, “My sister used to draw just like Lucía,” with that same focused expression, biting her lip. “Do you have siblings?” Mateo asked, surprised that he had never mentioned her before. Isabela’s expression darkened. “I had my younger sister, Gabriela. She died years ago.” The name made Mateo tense, but he chalked it up to coincidence.
Gabriela was a common name. “I’m sorry,” she said simply. “Sometimes I see a bit of her in Lucía,” Isabela continued, her voice distant. “It’s strange how some people remind us of others.” In his private office later that night Isabela was reviewing the preliminary report that Roberto had sent her Mateo Sanchez 32 years old no criminal record construction worker with good references Married to Gabriela Lopez maiden name unknown who passed away 5 years ago The date coincided with the disappearance of his sister His phone rang Isabela Reyes Miss
Reyes my name is Roberto I found something interesting The girl Lucia has a birthmark on her right shoulder shaped like a half moon Isabela closed her eyes holding back her excitement Like my sister Exactly Also the original birth certificate has a curious fact The maternal surname is incomplete It only says Gabriela L as if she had wanted to hide her full identity Keep investigating Roberto I need to be completely sure Three days later Isabel took Mateo to a construction site on the outskirts of the city What are we doing here he asked confused This is one of my
smaller developments she explained And it has a problem The site manager resigned last week and things are behind schedule I thought maybe you could take a look Mateo looked at the plans she handed him with a professional interest that he couldn’t dissemble “Here is the error” she said after studying them The drainage system is miscalculated If they build like this they will have leaks in less than a year Isabela smiled And what do you suggest during the next hour Mateo explained in detail how to solve the problem His eyes shone with passion as
he talked about structures and materials “You are waste as a chauffeur,” Isabela commented “What would you say if I offered you to direct this work the salary would be triple what I pay you now Mateo looked at her astonished Why would you do that because you are good And because I need someone who is not afraid to tell me when I am wrong like you just did with these plans That afternoon when picking up Lucia Mateo was still considering the offer The girl ran out showing him a drawing “Look dad I drew Aunt Bella.” Mateo was surprised to hear the nickname Aunt Bella Yes She
She said I could call her that when she came to my school yesterday. Isabela, fly? Lucia nodded excitedly. She spoke to my teacher about special art classes for me and brought me these new pencils. She showed off a box of professional pencils that Mateo knew cost more than his weekly salary. That night he found Isabela on the terrace. Why did you go to Lucia’s school? Isabela didn’t seem surprised by the question. She wanted to see how she would adapt, and her teacher mentioned her artistic talent. We don’t need charity,
Mateo insisted, although with less conviction than before. It’s not charity. Mateo is genuine interest. She replied, looking directly at him. Lucia reminds me a lot of someone I lost. And you, you remind me that there are people worth knowing outside my bubble. The moment was interrupted by the doorbell. Isabela frowned. I’m not waiting for anyone. Doña Carmen appeared with a worried expression. Ma’am, your mother is here. Before Isabela could answer, an elegant woman of about 60 came bursting in. Isabela, why aren’t
you answering my calls? Fernando told me that you’ve been acting strange and stopped when he saw Mateo. Who is he? Mother, may I introduce you to Mateo Sánchez. My Isabel hesitated. My new project manager. Doña Mercedes examined him from top to bottom with barely concealed disdain. Since when do your employees live with you? Mateo and his daughter are temporarily in the guest apartment, Isabela explained with forced calm while they find a suitable place. A girl too. The woman looked horrified. Have you lost your
mind? Fernando was right. Fernando should mind his own business. Isabela interrupted, Mateo cleared his throat uncomfortably. Excuse me. I’ll go check on Lucía. As he walked away, he clearly heard Doña Mercedes. A man like him will never belong in your world, Isabela. Remember your responsibility to the family business. In the bedroom, Mateo found Lucía asleep, cuddling with a new stuffed animal that he didn’t remember having seen before. On the nightstand, there was a framed photograph. Lucía and Isabela in what looked like a park, both smiling at the
camera. Mateo sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like his life had become a strange movie where he was the protagonist, lost between two realities. On the one hand, the security and opportunities that Isabela offered them. On the other hand, she offered the certainty that, as Doña Mercedes had said, they would never truly belong to that brilliant and privileged world. She stroked Lucía’s hair, remembering Gabriela and wondering what she would have advised. You always said that the important thing was to be happy, love, but I don’t know if we can be happy here where everything reminds us of the
little we have The sound of raised voices from the living room brought him back to reality Whatever Isabela was planning it was clear not everyone would agree and Mateo wasn’t sure he wanted to get caught in the middle of a family war that wasn’t his The morning sun illuminated the steel beams of the project Hope as Mateo supervised the placement of cement in the foundations He had been as construction manager for two months and although he would never admit it out loud they were the best working months of his life Don Mateo the modified plans arrived
announced Tomás the young engineer who had just graduated that Mateo had hired Thank you Let’s review them after lunch From the observation platform Mateo could see the entire construction What had once been an empty lot now took shape as an affordable housing complex Isabela had trusted him completely giving him the freedom to make decisions and hire staff His phone vibrated with a message See you for lunch I’m close Kim Mateo smiled without realizing Boss has a face of love joked Tomás Respect boy
replied Mateo although without true anger Half an hour Then Mateo waited at a small restaurant in front of the construction site Isabela arrived dressed more casually than usual Jeans, simple blouse and her hair tied back She still looked elegant but less unattainable How is the progress she asked after ordering We are a week ahead of schedule and 5% under budget Mateo reported proudly Fernando couldn’t believe it when he saw the numbers Isabela commented her eyes shining He said you must be
cheating And you, what did you tell him? That maybe we should put him in charge of a construction site in the rain to see if he can do it better?” he replied laughing Isabela’s laughter transformed her face making her look younger, freer It was a side of her that few knew about but that Mateo and Lucía saw more and more frequently “What are you doing this weekend?” she asked suddenly “Well nothing special maybe taking Lucía to the park.” “I have a better idea,” said Isabela. There’s an art exhibit
at the cultural center. It has an interactive area for children where they can create their own works. Over the past few months, these outings had become common. Isabela took them to places Mateo would never have considered accessible: museums, open-air concerts, small restaurants with emerging chefs that she discovered. In return, Mateo showed her his Mexico. Colorful markets where the vendors already knew him. A hidden taqueria with the best suadero tacos. The park where street musicians used to gather on Sundays. “Your eyes shine.”
“when you talk about art” commented Mateo as they walked through the exhibition that Saturday watching Lucía participate in a painting workshop “It was my sister’s dream” Isabela responded in a low voice “I followed the safe path business administration She wanted to be an artist My parents were against it of course What happened to her if you don’t mind talking about it?” Isabela looked away. She left. One day she packed her things and disappeared. My parents said she died in an accident abroad, but
I never fully believed that story. The subject lingered between them like so many other half-spoken truths. That night, after putting Lucía to bed, Mateo found Isabela on the terrace of the Penhouse, holding a glass of wine, her gaze lost in the city skyline. “Do you mind her company?” he asked. On the contrary, they sat in silence for a moment until Isabela spoke. “Are you happy, Mateo, with your job, with all this?” “More than I have been in a long time,” he admitted. “Lucía is flourishing at her new school. She loves the art program.” “And you,” Mateo chose his words carefully. “
I appreciate everything you’ve done for us, but sometimes I wonder why.” Isabela turned to look at him directly. “At first, it was because Lucía reminded me of my sister,” he confessed. “But then I met you.” “The way you fight for your daughter, your honesty, your worldview so different from mine.” “You make me want to be a better person.” The tension between them was palpable. Mateo He approached slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted. But Isabela remained motionless, her eyes never leaving his. When their lips met, it was like something fell into place, something they had both been waiting for without
knowing. The moment was interrupted by the ringing of Mateo’s phone. He pulled away, breathing deeply. I’m sorry, I must answer. It could be something about Lucía. But it wasn’t about Lucía, it was Raúl, her old landlord. Hey, Mateo, we found some boxes of you in the building’s storage room. It seems you left them when you left. There are photos and papers. Do you want them or should we throw them away? Mateo felt his heart skip a beat. No, don’t throw them away. I’ll stop by tomorrow to pick them up. Tomorrow. When he hung up, Isabela looked at him curiously. Is everything okay? Is it just you? They found some boxes of old things
in my old apartment? Photos of Gabriela that I thought I’d lost. The next morning, Mateo picked up the boxes. Inside, he found a photo album, letters and drawings from Gabriela. He had forgotten how much Lucía looked like her mother. The same expressive eyes, the same luminous smile. Among the photos, there was one that tugged at his heartstrings. Their civil wedding, simple and quick. Gabriela wore a simple white dress and was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers They looked so young so full of hope When he returned to the penthouse he found Isabela playing with Lucia The
Little girl ran showing him a new drawing Aunt beautiful look I drew our family you dad and I Isabela looked up and saw Mateo with the boxes Something in his expression must have alerted her Lucia why don’t you go get your new brushes I want to see how you paint with them When the girl left Mateo placed the boxes on the table I found pictures of Gabriela I thought you would like to see them since you say Lucia reminds you of her Isabela approached with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity she took the wedding picture and froze the
color drained from her face what’s wrong asked Mateo alarmed by her reaction With trembling hands Isabela took out her phone and showed a picture Her younger self next to a woman who was identical to the one in Mateo’s wedding picture “My sister” Isabela whispered Gabriela Reyes Mateo felt like the world stopped He took the phone looking at the picture over and over again “It’s not possible” he muttered Gabriela never mentioned that she came from a wealthy family Her name was Gabriela Lopez It’s on our marriage certificate Lopez was our grandmother’s last name “Maternal,” Isabela explained
in a broken voice, “He must have used it to hide.” The revelation came down on them like an avalanche. Lucía was not only Mateo’s daughter but also Isabela’s niece, the granddaughter of the king and queen. “Did you know?” Mateo asked, his voice hardening. “All this time you gave me work, you took us in because Lucía is your niece.” “No,” Isabela replied, tears forming in her eyes. “I got suspicious when I saw her birthmark identical to Gabriela’s. I hired an investigator but I wasn’t completely sure until now.” Mateo ran his hands through his hair,
overwhelmed. “Why didn’t you tell me when you started to suspect?” she admitted. “I was scared.” “Afraid of being wrong. Afraid that you would drift away with Lucía if you knew the truth. “My family.” “My mother turned her back on Gabriela when she decided to go her own way. They pressured her to marry into our social class. When she refused, they treated her like she was dead. And then she really did die.” Mateo said bitterly. “Without her rich family by her side, just me, a simple bricklayer who couldn’t afford a better hospital.” “Mateo, I didn’t know.” “No, of course you didn’t know,”
he interrupted. “Because no one bothered to really look for her. Do you know what she told me before she died? That she didn’t have any family, that it was just Lucía and me. Now I understand why.” The sound of something falling startled him. Lucía was standing in the doorway, her new paintbrushes scattered on the floor, her big eyes full of confusion. “Why are you fighting?” she asked in a small voice. “Is it because I drew our family wrong?” Mateo and Isabela exchanged glances, the argument interrupted by the girl’s innocence. “No, my love,” Mateo said.
leaning in to hug her. “Your drawing is beautiful, Aunt Bella and I were just remembering your mom.” “My heavenly mom,” Lucia asked. “That’s what she’d called Gabriela for as long as she could remember.” Isabela knelt down beside them, her eyes meeting Mateo’s across Lucia’s head. “They held pleading, regret, and something deeper than either of them were ready to name.” “Yes, little one,” Isabela said softly. “And it turns out your heavenly mom was also my sister, which means you and I are really related.” Lucia’s eyes widened
in childlike wonder. “So, can I really call you Aunt Bella?” Not just play, really, Isabela confirmed with a sad smile. While Lucia processed the news with the simplicity of a child, the adults were still caught in a whirlwind of emotions, betrayal, loss, connection, and the possibility of healing. That night, after Lucia finally fell asleep, excited for her new family, Mateo found Isabela in the living room, still going through photos. “What are we going to do now,” he asked. “I don’t know,”
she answered honestly. “But what I do know is that I don’t want to lose you or Lucia. You’re the closest thing to a real family I’ve had in years. Mateo sat down across from her, the table filled with memories between them. “Did you kiss me because I’m your sister’s widower?” he asked directly. “No,” Isabela answered without hesitation. “I kissed you because you’re Mateo, the man who has shown me a world more authentic than the one I’ve lived in my entire life.” Mateo took a picture of Gabriela, pregnant, smiling at
the camera. She warned me about her family. She said they would never accept us, that it was best to stay away. She was right. Isabela admitted, but things can change. I have changed. The silence stretched between them, filled with possibilities and unspoken fears. “I need time to think,” Mateo finally said. “This is too much.
” Isabela nodded in understanding. “Take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.” What neither of them knew was that fate had other plans. While they navigated the turbulent waters of this revelation, other forces were already at work. Fernando was investigating Isabela’s sudden obsession with Mateo and his daughter, and Doña Mercedes was preparing to protect the family legacy at any cost. Among the photos scattered on the table, one showed Gabriela smiling in front of an easel with a half-finished painting. Three figures holding hands under a stormy sky, a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds as if from some
There was no way she would have foreseen that one day the separate worlds of the people she loved would find a bridge to unite. Isabela’s office felt like a battlefield of papers and open folders. She had been immersed in work for three days, avoiding returning early to the penouse where the silence between her and Mateo had become deafening. “Ma’am, Mr. Fernando asks if he can come in,” her assistant announced over the intercom. Isabel sighed. The last thing she needed was to deal with Fernando. “Show him in.” Fernando entered with his usual air of confidence,
carrying a folder under his arm. Isabela, how good to see you. The board is worried. You’ve cancelled two important meetings this week. I’m busy, Fernando. Can you survive without me for a few days? He sat uninvited, observing her with that calculating look that always put her on guard. It has to do with your permanent guest, the bricklayer turned manager. Isabela looked up, her cold eyes cold. Mateo is an excellent professional. The La Esperanza project is moving forward thanks to him and he happens to live with you, Fernando commented with false
casualness, along with his daughter. A very domestic situation. My personal life is none of your business or the board’s. Fernando smiled humorlessly and opened the folder he was carrying. Normally, he would agree, but when your personal life could affect the company, it becomes everyone’s business. He slid a document towards her: Lucia’s birth certificate. Her mother’s surname was clearly visible. Lopez. Where did you get this? Isabela demanded, paling. Basic research, something you should have done before opening the doors of your house to strangers. Fernando replied. Lopez was
your grandmother’s maiden name, wasn’t it? An interesting coincidence. Isabel kept her composure, although Inside she felt like she was falling apart. Get to the point, Fernando. The board will meet tomorrow to discuss your ability to continue leading the company, he announced. Your recent behavior, your emotional decisions, your apparent discovery of a long-lost niece. Everything indicates that you might not be fit to handle your father’s legacy. Isabela stood up furiously. Don’t you dare use my family for your ambitions. Fernando, it’s not me using the family, Isabela, he retorted, also standing up.
It’s you trying to make up for the loss of your sister with this man and his daughter. The board deserves to know if their decisions are being made by the president of Reyes Desarrollos or by a woman desperate for a family. After Fernando left, Isabela banged her desk in frustration. Everything was falling apart around her. She picked up her phone to call Mateo but put it back on the table. What could she tell him? That now her position in the company was at risk for having taken them in. Her phone rang. It was Roberto, Miss Reyes.
I have urgent information. I’ve been following Mr. Fernando as he asked. He just met with his mother. Isabela’s heart sank. If her mother got involved, things would only get worse. Meanwhile, at the La Esperanza project, Mateo was supervising the installation of beams when he received a call from Lucia’s school. Mr. Sanchez, there was an incident. A woman tried to pick up Lucia, saying she was her grandmother. When we asked for identification, she got upset and threatened to call her lawyers. Mateo felt his blood run cold. Lucia, is she okay? Yes. We followed
protocol. We didn’t let her take her. But the woman insisted that she had rights over the girl. Mateo immediately left the construction site. Upon arriving at school, he found Lucia calmly drawing in the principal’s office, oblivious to the drama. Dad exclaimed when he saw him. A woman said she was my grandmother, but I told her that my grandmother is in heaven with Mom. Mateo hugged her tightly, fear turning to relief. You did well, my heaven. The principal took him aside. Mr. Sanchez, the woman said her name was Mercedes Reyes.
She mentioned something about her legal rights as the girl’s grandmother. Mateo felt a dull rage grow inside him. So Gabriela’s family, who had never cared for her in life, now wanted to reclaim their daughter. As he drove back to the penouse with Lucía, his mind was spinning. Perhaps he had been naive to think they could build a life in Isabela’s world. Perhaps Gabriela had been right to keep them away from the kings. When he arrived, he found Isabela waiting for them with a distraught expression.
“Your mother tried to take Lucía,” Mateo said without preamble as soon as he entered. “I know, Roberto told me,” Isabela replied. “I swear I had nothing to do with it.” “How can I believe you?” Mateo replied. Since you discovered who Lucía was, everything has become complicated. Fernando is investigating us. Now your mother is trying to take my daughter away from me. She’s also my niece, Isabela defended. And I won’t let anyone take her, not even my mother. Daddy, why are you angry? Lucía interrupted, pulling her hand. Mateo bent down to be at her eye level. I’m not mad
at you, my love. Go to your room to put away your school things. Yes, we’ll talk later. When Lucía left, Isabela approached. My mother and Fernando are conspiring. They want to take control of the company from me. They’re using my relationship with you and Lucía as an excuse. Is that what you’re worried about? Your company, Mateo asked incredulously. I’m not worried about you. Fernando has been spreading rumors. He says that you approached me intentionally, that you knew who I was from the beginning. Mateo laughed humorlessly. Perfect. So now I’m a gold digger who planned all this. You know I don’t believe that, Isabela said. “But the
The council meets tomorrow.” “And are you afraid that your reputation will be tarnished by associating with us? It’s not fair of you to say that,” Isabela protested. “I’m trying to protect us all, just like I am,” Mateo replied, “and I think the only way to do that is to get us away from here, from your world.” The silence that followed was heavy, laden with unspoken words. “Will you leave?” Isabel finally asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Will you keep Lucia away from me?” I don’t want to do this, Mateo admitted, but I also can’t risk your mother finding
some legal way to take her away from me. Gabriela warned me about them, about how they would try to control everything. Isabela moved closer, taking his hands. We are not all the same, Mateo. I am not like my mother. For a moment, Mateo wanted to believe that it was possible that they could find a way together, but the fear of losing Lucía was stronger. “I need time to think,” he said, letting go of her hands. That night, while Lucía was sleeping, Mateo began to pack some things. He didn’t know where they would go, but he felt that they should be ready to leave. The sound of the door surprised him. Isabela was there
watching him. “You don’t have to run away,” she said. “No, your mother already tried to take Lucía once. What’s going to stop her next time?” “I,” Isabela replied with determination, “have proof of what Fernando has been doing, manipulating financial data, diverting funds. Roberto has been investigating him for weeks, and what does that have to do with us? Can I use that to keep us safe? The council won’t dare defy me when I expose Fernando.” “And my mother,” Isabela paused. “She needs to understand that times have changed.” Mateo sat up in
bed, exhausted. When Gabriela was dying in that public hospital after giving birth, she made me promise to look after Lucia, that I would protect her. She said that her family never accepted her for choosing love over money and that they would do the same for our daughter. Isabela sat down next to him. “My sister was right back then, but people can change.” Mateo. “I have changed since I met you and I believe that my mother can change too if we give her the chance.” “And if she doesn’t, then we will face it together .” Isabela
replied, taking his hand. “You are not alone in this,” Mateo said. “Not like you were when Gabriela died.” The mention of Gabriela made Mateo remember the happy times before the tragedy. How they had met in that cafeteria where she worked while trying to sell her paintings How they had married in a small civil ceremony with only two witnesses How they had painted together the small room for the baby they were expecting Gabriela always said that one day we would understand why things happened the way they did Mateo murmured I never thought she meant this The
Intimate moment was interrupted by a scream from Lucia. They both ran to her room to find her thrashing in bed, burning with fever. “She’s boiling,” exclaimed Mateo, touching her forehead. Isabela acted quickly by calling her private doctor while Mateo tried to bring her fever down with wet cloths. “The doctor says we should take her to the clinic immediately,” Isabela informed. “It could be an infection.” Time seemed to stand still as they carried a semi-conscious Lucia to the car. Amidst the chaos, their
differences were forgotten. United by their shared fear for the little girl they both loved. At the private clinic, the doctors immediately took Lucia away for examination, leaving Mateo and Isabela in the waiting room. “She’s going to be okay,” Isabela said, squeezing Mateo’s hand. “She’s strong like her father, like her mother.” Mateo nodded, too worried to speak. In that moment, companies, boards of directors, and social differences didn’t matter. Only Lucia mattered. The doctor left an hour later. “She has a
fairly aggressive respiratory infection. We’re treating her with intravenous antibiotics. She’ll need to stay for a couple of days. Can we see her?” Mateo asked. “Yes, but she’s sedated.” She needs to rest. Lucía looked so small in that hospital bed. Hooked up to monitors and IVs. Mateo painfully remembered the last time he’d been in the hospital, holding Gabriela’s hand as life drained from her. “I can’t lose her too,” he whispered. Isabela leaned closer and hugged him from behind, resting her head on his back. “You won’t lose her. We’re
in this together.” They remained like that in silence, watching over Lucía’s feverish sleep. Hours later, the door to the room opened. Doña Mercedes entered, stopping in her tracks when she saw the scene. Mateo was dozing in a chair next to the bed, and Isabela was holding Lucía’s small hand. Roberto called me, he said in a low voice. He said the baby was sick. Isabela tensed. Are you coming to threaten us with lawyers again? Doña Mercedes slowly approached the bed, observing Lucía’s face. She looks so much like Gabriela when she was little, he murmured. The same curls, the same mouth. Now you care,
Mateo intervened, waking up after ignoring her existence for 5 years. I didn’t know she existed, Doña Mercedes replied, her voice breaking. When Gabriela left, we hired detectives. We searched for her for months. Then we received that report that she had died in an accident abroad. We never heard from the baby. Isabela looked at her mother in surprise. Did you always look for her? You said that if she was gone it was her decision. It was easier to pretend indifference than to admit how much her absence hurt, the older woman confessed.
Your father never recovered he died believing he had failed as a father Mateo listened confused by this new version Gabriela told me that her family had rejected her for choosing me Doña Mercedes shook her head We pressured her Yes We wanted her to finish college before getting married, to consider other options but we never rejected her It was she who cut off all contact Silence fell over the room as each of them processed these revelations It was possible that it had all been a misunderstanding that years of pain and separation had been
caused by pride and lack of communication Lucía stirred in bed her eyes slowly opening Papi called in a weak voice Mateo immediately approached Here I am my love The little girl looked around noticing the two women Aunt Bella smiled weakly and then fixed her gaze on Doña Mercedes Who is this lady a moment of doubt then Isabela answered “She’s your grandmother Lucía, your mother’s mother from heaven and mine.
” Doña Mercedes recounted Tears forming in her eyes at those words Lucía studied the older woman with childlike curiosity “Are you really my grandmother?” The lady from school said that too. “Yes, I am your grandmother,” replied Doña Mercedes, her voice softening in a way Isabela hadn’t heard in years. “And I’m so sorry I scared you at school. It wasn’t the right way to meet you.
” Her fever rose again and Lucía fell back into a fitful sleep. The three adults remained around her bed. The future as uncertain as the storm beginning to form outside. In that hospital room, as the rain pounded on the windows, something was beginning to change. Not an immediate happy ending, but the first shaky step toward a possible reconciliation. Three adults united by the love of a child , by the memory of a woman lost too soon, and by the still fragile possibility of healing old wounds. Outside, lightning
lit up the sky, broken like the half-truths that had marked their lives until now. But even in the worst storms, eventually the clouds part. The clock in the waiting room read 3 a.m. Mateo returned with two coffees and offered one to Isabela, who took it with a smile. tired “The doctor says the fever is going down” he reported sitting next to her “The antibiotics are working.
” Isabela nodded grateful for the good news. They had been in the hospital for two days taking turns being by Lucía’s side. Doña Mercedes had also been present bringing toys and books for when the girl was awake. “You know,” Isabela commented after a sip of coffee. “I don’t remember the last time I saw my mother behave so humanly.” “People change when there are children involved,” Mateo replied. “Children have that power.” A comfortable silence settled between them. The last 48 hours had put everything into perspective. Fernando’s threats, family disputes,
even their own insecurities seemed small compared to Lucía’s health. “Are you still thinking about leaving?” Isabela finally asked, her voice barely audible. Mateo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Isabela. These days have been what I know,” she completed, understanding perfectly. The door to the room opened and Roberto the researcher entered with an urgent expression. “Miss Reyes, excuse me for the time, but it’s important.” Isabela stood up immediately. “What’s wrong, Roberto? I found what I was looking for about Mr. Fernando,” she said, handing him a folder. “He’s been
diverting funds from social projects to foreign accounts, more than 5 million pesos in the last 2 years. Mateo watched as Isabela’s face transformed as she reviewed the documents. The businesswoman re-emerged, momentarily replacing the worried aunt. “This is just what we need,” she murmured. “The board meeting is in 6 hours. You don’t think you’ll go.” Mateo intervened. Lucía needs you here. Isabela looked at him, torn between her two worlds. If I don’t go, Fernando will win. He will use my absence
as proof that I am not qualified to lead. I could lose control of the company and then he would have no way to protect us. “Go,” said Doña Mercedes, appearing in the doorway. “I will stay with them.” Everyone turned around, surprised by the offer. “Mother, I know Fernando better than you do,” the older woman continued. “I brought him to the board when your father died, thinking that he would be a good support for you. Now it is my responsibility to correct that mistake.
” Isabela looked at Mateo uncertainly. “Go,” he repeated. “Settle this once and for all.” We will be fine. The boardroom of Reyes Desarrollos was full when Isabela She entered dressed in the same outfit as two days ago. But with renewed determination, Fernando was presiding over the table, clearly surprised by her appearance. Isabela, we didn’t expect to see you today, he said, recovering quickly. We understood that you had family matters to attend to. And I do, she replied, taking a seat at the opposite head of the table. My niece is in the hospital recovering, but I also have responsibilities here. Niece asked.
one of the counselors We didn’t know you had a niece Fernando quickly intervened It’s a complicated situation In fact it’s part of what we wanted to discuss today Isabela’s apparent emotional instability and how it’s affecting her corporate decisions Isabela smiled A smile that didn’t reach her eyes Emotional instability Interesting accusation coming from someone who has been stealing from the company for years A murmur ran through the room Isabela opened the folder that Roberto had given her and began distributing copies of the documents Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you
evidence of how our CFO has diverted more than 5 million pesos from our social projects to personal accounts in Panama and Switzerland Fernando’s face paled as the counselors reviewed the documents This is defamation he stammered a distraction to draw attention away from his erratic behavior taking in a stranger and his daughter pretending they are family I’m not trying to do anything Isabela replied calmly Mateo Sánchez was married to my sister Gabriela His daughter Lucía is my niece the granddaughter of the king and queen And if anyone doubts
This, my mother is willing to confirm. The mention of Doña Mercedes caused a silence in the room. Everyone knew that the matriarch of the kings did not support false stories. Your mother, Fernando seemed genuinely confused, but she was the one who suggested that I investigate this man. My mother has changed her mind, Isabela said, as people usually do when they discover the truth. Over the next two hours, Isabela presented not only the evidence against Fernando but also a new plan to restructure the management of the company. More
transparency, more social projects, less hierarchy. By the time the council meeting was over, Fernando was on her side. He was escorted out of the building by security while Isabela received congratulations from the councilors who hours before had contemplated removing her. Upon returning to the hospital, Isabela found Mateo asleep in the chair next to Lucía’s bed. Lucía was now awake and drawing with the pencils that Doña Mercedes had brought her. “Beautiful Aunt,” the girl exclaimed, her voice louder than in previous days. “Look what I drew for you.” Isabela came
closer to see a colorful drawing Four figures holding hands identifiable as Lucia Mateo Isabela and an older woman who must be Doña Mercedes It’s beautiful little one he said kissing her forehead Are you feeling better yes The doctor says we’ll be able to go home soon Mateo woke up blinking to clear his vision You came back he said with a smile How was it Fernando it’s no problem anymore” he answered simply “And here the fever is gone” Mateo informed The doctor says he’ll probably be able to leave tomorrow if he continues like this Doña Mercedes came in
with a bag of food “I brought a decent lunch” she announced “Hospital food is terrible.” Isabela watched in amazement as her mother took out containers and set out a small feast on the side table. It was a side of her she hadn’t seen in decades, practical maternal without worrying about appearances. As they ate, conversing with a naturalness that would have seemed impossible days ago, Isabela felt that something fundamental had changed. The painful revelations, Lucía’s illness, even
the confrontation with Fernando, had served to tear down walls that had been up for years. Later, when Lucía was asleep again and Doña Mercedes had gone to rest, Isabela and Mateo went out for a walk in the hospital gardens. “Roberto found something else,” she said, breaking the silence. “Letters from Gabriela that she left with a notary to be delivered 5 years after her death.
” Mateo stopped, surprised. “Letters for whom?” For you, for my family, for Lucía when she grows up, Isabela replied. The notary has been trying to locate us for months. Have you read yours? Isabela denied. I want us to be together when we find out. All the letters are what Gabriela would have wanted. Mateo nodded, moved by the thoughtfulness. When Lucía is better, he agreed. They sat on a bench under a tree that offered shade from the afternoon sun. They didn’t need to talk. The silence between them was now a place of peace, not tension. “Do you know what the first thing
I thought was when I saw you that day in the rain?” Isabela asked after a while. “That we were a sopping wet mess.” Mateo joked. He didn’t smile. I thought that man would do anything for his daughter. You reminded me of everything my father was. You weren’t everything I had hoped to find one day. Mateo took her hand naturally. And I thought you were too elegant to be real, like a character from those movies Gabriela loved. They met again together. The mention of Gabriela was no longer tinged with pain but with a shared memory that was almost sweet. She
would have approved of us, you know, Mateo said after a moment. She always said that I needed someone to challenge me, who wouldn’t let me stagnate. And she always told me that I needed someone to show me real life. Outside of our bubble, Isabela replied. I think that in a way she was preparing us to meet. A week later, Lucía was discharged. To everyone’s surprise, Doña Mercedes insisted on organizing a small celebration at her house, not Isabela’s penthouse. It’s time for this family to reunite.
It must be, he declared with a tone that brooked no discussion. The Reyes mansion, an imposing construction in the hills, intimidated Mateo when they arrived. But inside the place of coldness he expected, they found a warm atmosphere, colorful balloons, a table with Lucia’s favorite snacks, even a small improvised art studio in a corner of the garden. “Grandma, this is incredible!” Lucia exclaimed, running to hug Doña Mercedes, who had become her accomplice during her days in the hospital. The older woman returned the hug with genuine affection.
Only the best for my granddaughter, Isabela watched the scene with moist eyes. Her mother, the cold and distant woman she had known her entire life, was transforming before her eyes. Among the guests were few but significant: Roberto, Doña Carmen, some members of the council who had supported Isabela, and Tomás, the young engineer who worked with Mateo. During the celebration, Isabela called everyone’s attention with a glass in her hand. “I want to make an announcement,” she said. The La Esperanza project will have a new focus and a new name, the Gabriela Sánchez project. It will be a development not
only of affordable housing but also of a community center with a special emphasis on the arts and support for single mothers She looked at Mateo who was watching her with pride and it will be run by the best builder I know Mateo Sanchez who will also have a stake as a partner in this and future projects Applause filled the place as Lucia jumped up and down excitedly My dad is going to build beautiful houses for everyone As the guests began to disperse through the garden Roberto approached Isabela and Mateo
Miss Reyes Mr. Sanchez there is something you must see He led them to the side handing them a thick envelope The letters from the notary arrived this morning Also during my research I found this He showed them an old publication in a local newspaper a small article about a student art exhibit with a picture showing two young women smiling One was clearly Gabriela the other a girl who looked at the first one with admiration The girl on the right is Gabriela Reyes” explained Roberto The other young woman is named Elena Martinez she was Gabriela’s classmate in
art school and her best friend according to my interviews She currently runs a small gallery in Coyoacán She said that Gabriela gave her some paintings before disappearing Isabela and Mateo exchanged glances surprised Another piece of the puzzle another connection with Gabriela that they didn’t know existed “There is so much we don’t know” Isabela murmured So many parts of her life that are yet to be discovered Roberto said goodbye discreetly leaving them with the envelope and the photograph It wasn’t the time to open it not during the celebration but his presence was like a promise The
The story wasn’t over it was just beginning to unfold. As the afternoon wore on, Mateo found Doña Mercedes contemplating an old family portrait on the wall. Isabela’s father, herself younger, Isabela a teenager, and Gabriela barely a smiling child, she looked identical to Lucía at that age,” the woman commented without turning around. Same eyes, same mischievous smile. “Gabriela always said her daughter would be an artist,” Mateo replied. “It seems I was right. Doña Mercedes turned to look at him. I made many mistakes with my daughters, Mateo. I was too rigid, too controlling.
I lost Gabriela because of that. I almost lost Isabela too. I won’t make the same mistake with my granddaughter. Her sincerity disarmed Mateo. “I think we all deserve second chances,” she said finally. The woman nodded gratefully. “My husband and I had so many plans for our daughters. We wanted to protect them from the world, give them everything they needed to succeed. We never understood that what they really needed was the freedom to find their own path. In the garden, Isabela watched Lucía paint on the easel her grandmother had set up. The girl had the same concentrated expression as Gabriela, her lower lip
slightly bitten, her head tilted, totally absorbed in her creation. Mateo approached from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. “What do you think about? How strange the paths of life are,” Isabela replied, leaning against him. “How sometimes the most painful losses can lead us to the most meaningful encounters.” “Gabriela would be happy,” Mateo said, “to see us like this, to see Lucía surrounded by family.” “She is,” Isabela affirmed with certainty. “Somehow she is.” The celebration concluded at
sunset. As they prepared to leave, Doña Mercedes surprised everyone with another announcement. “I’ve been thinking that house is too big for me alone.” And Isabela’s penthouse, although luxurious, doesn’t have a garden for Lucía to play in. Why don’t you all consider moving here? There’s more than enough space.” Isabela looked at her mother, mouth agape. “Mother, are you sure completely?” the woman replied. “It’s time this house felt like a home again, not a mausoleum of memories.” As they got into the car with
Lucía already asleep in the back seat, Isabela and Mateo processed this latest unexpected turn of events. “What do you think?” she asked About my mother’s proposal Mateo smiled I think that Lucia would love that garden and that maybe just maybe it’s time we stop thinking about separate worlds and start building one together Isabela took her hand on the gear shift I like the sound of that In the back seat Lucia slept peacefully hugging the teddy bear that her grandmother had given her In her other hand she clutched the drawing she had
done that day A big house with a garden exactly like the one she had imagined years ago when they lived in that small apartment but now with four smiling figures in front of it Sometimes the simplest dreams are the ones that come true when we least expect it 6 months later the main hall of the Reyes mansion had been transformed Round tables with white tablecloths centerpieces with wildflowers, Gabriela’s favorites and a small platform where a quartet played soft music It was Lucía’s sixth birthday and the family had
decided to celebrate in style Mateo adjusted his tie for the fifth time in front of the mirror He would never fully get used to these social events but for Lucía he would do anything even wear a suit “You look gorgeous” Isabela said entering the room they now shared She was wearing a simple but elegant blue dress “And you look beautiful” he replied kissing her softly “Where is the birthday girl?” “With my mother They are having a grandmother granddaughter moment while she puts on her new dress Those moments had become frequent in recent months The
relationship between Doña Mercedes and Lucía blossomed daily to the astonishment of everyone The woman who had once been the personification of aristocratic coldness now spent hours in the garden teaching her granddaughter the names of the flowers or telling her stories about Gabriela when she was little The doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the first guests Isabel took Mateo’s hand There is something I want to show you before we go down She led him to the study they had set up upstairs, a space they shared to work She on company matters he on the plans for the Gabriela Sánchez project
that was advancing rapidly On the desk was an envelope the same one Roberto had given them months ago and that by mutual agreement they had decided to open today on Lucía’s birthday Are you ready Isabela asked Mateo nodded They had waited for the right moment when the wounds were less fresh and they could face together any revelations the letters brought Isabela opened the envelope carefully Inside were three letters one addressed to Mateo another one for the Reyes family and a third one for Lucía for when she turns 18 Mateo took his with
slightly trembling hands The paper was yellowed but Gabriela’s handwriting was still unmistakable delicate and artistic like everything she did My dear Mateo if you are reading this it means that it has been 5 years since I left and that the notary kept his promise I hope that you and our little Lucía are well I know that you have been the wonderful father that I always knew you would be There is so much that I want to tell you so much that I never had time to explain My leaving home was not exactly as I told you Yes my
My parents disapproved of my artistic dreams and wanted me to follow a more traditional path but they never disinherited me or kicked me out It was me who left proud and hurt because they didn’t understand my passion I said terrible things to them Later when I met you and fell in love my pride prevented me from going back It was easier to keep the story of the rich family that had rejected me than to admit that I was also partly to blame for our separation When I found out I was pregnant I thought about contacting them many times but I was afraid that they would try to separate us that they wouldn’t
accept you the man who had shown me that true love exists beyond social classes or family expectations Now knowing that I won’t be here to see our daughter grow up my greatest wish is that one day Lucia meets her grandparents her aunt Isabela that she doesn’t grow up thinking that half of her family didn’t love her I hope you find a way to make peace with the kings for Lucia’s sake and Mateo my love please allow yourself to be happy again Don’t condemn yourself to a life of loneliness out of loyalty to my memory
I always knew you were able to love with all your heart Don’t waste that gift with all my love forever Gabriela Mateo folded the letter slowly wiping away a tear Beside him Isabela had also finished reading hers What does yours say? he asked in a hoarse voice Isabela passed him the letter In it Gabriela apologized to her parents and sister for leaving without explanation because of her pride for the lost years She spoke to them about Mateo and Lucía with so much love that it was impossible not to be moved And it ended with a wish that one day the two parts of her
heart her family of origin and the family she had formed could find each other and heal together It’s like she had foreseen all of this” Isabela said pointing around them as if she somehow knew that eventually they would meet “Gabriela always had that special intuition” Mateo replied She said she could sense when things were meant to happen They hugged united by the memory of the woman they both had loved each in their own way The sound of children’s laughter brought them back to the present Lucía had escaped from the preparations and
was running down the hall followed by Doña Carmen who tried to catch her “Dad, beautiful aunt!” she exclaimed upon seeing them “Come quickly, Grandma says my friends have arrived.” Isabela carefully put the letters in the desk drawer. Lucía’s would wait until she was older. For now, it was time to celebrate. The party was in full swing. Children ran through the garden, the adults chatted animatedly, and Lucía shone in her new dress, being the center of attention. Among the guests were Mateo’s coworkers, some of them
Executives of Reyes Desarrollos, the friendships of Doña Mercedes and the families of Lucía’s schoolmates. Two worlds that had previously seemed irreconcilable now blended with surprising ease. It’s a beautiful party, commented Elena Martínez, Gabriela’s old friend, whom Roberto had located. She had brought as a gift a painting Gabriela had painted years before, an urban landscape seen from above with small figures walking in the rain. “I’m glad you could come,” Isabela replied. “
It means so much to us to have someone here who knew Gabriela so well.” Elena smiled. “She would be so happy to see this, to see her daughter surrounded by so much love.” Mateo joined them, bringing drinks. “Elena was telling us about the exhibit next month,” Isabela explained. “She wants to include Gabriela’s works that she’s kept all these years. And I would love for Lucía to participate too,” he added. “She has the same talent as her mother.” The idea of seeing Gabriela’s art on display and finally recognized filled Mateo with a deep emotion. Another way to
keep her legacy alive, of making sure that Lucía knew this very important part of her mother. Doña Mercedes approached, elegant as always.” but more relaxed than anyone could remember ever seeing her “It’s almost time for cake” she announced “Where’s the birthday girl?” Lucia came running out followed by a group of children “Here I am grandma May I blow out the candles now?” The family gathered around the main table as Doña Carmen brought out the cake A colorful creation made with paintbrushes and sugar paint palettes topped with six
little candles Everyone sang “las mañanitas” As Lucía in Mateo’s arms she gazed in wonder at the dancing flames “Make a wish my love,” Mateo said when the song was over Lucía closed her eyes tightly thinking seriously Then she blew out the candles in one go eliciting applause and cheers “What did you ask for?” Isabela asked. “I can’t say it or it won’t come true,” Lucia replied with childlike wisdom. “But you’re going to like it a lot when it happens.” After the cake was distributed and the presents were opened, the guests began to disperse through
the garden again. Mateo noticed that Isabela had disappeared and found her on the terrace gazing at the sunset sky. “Is everything okay?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Better than okay,” she replied, leaning against his chest. “I was thinking about how much everything has changed in one year since that rainy afternoon when I picked them up.” “Best decision you ever made,” he joked. “No doubt about it,” Isabela agreed, turning to look at him. “You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Mateo looked at her expectantly, but she seemed unsure. “Something’s off about the way she always looks.”
determined Isabel la Reyes I’m waiting encouraged her with a smile Isabel took a breath and let it out quickly Will you marry me the question took him by surprise Not because he hadn’t thought about it but because he expected to be the one who eventually proposed Are you asking me to marry you he asked between amused and excited Yes she affirmed suddenly serious I know it’s unconventional that I’m the one asking but I’ve never been very traditional And Mateo interrupted her with a kiss Yes he answered simply when
they separated Yes I will marry you Isabela Reyes Isabela smiled relieved and happy I have something for you she said taking a small box out of her pocket It’s not a ring it’s something better Inside was a key What is this asked Mateo confused The key to our new house explained Isabela Not here in the mansion nor in my penthouse A new house for us for our family But I thought we were fine here with your mother and we are Doña Mercedes will always be welcome in our lives but I think it’s time we had our own space a place
that is neither my world nor yours but ours Mateo examined the key moved by the gesture Where is this house near the project Gabriela Sanchez has a large studio for you, a garden for Lucia, and it’s close enough to the office for me. It’s perfect. Have you seen it? Isabela smiled mischievously. I bought it, but I haven’t seen the inside. I want us to visit it together and decide how to make it ours. They kissed again, sealing this new promise, this new chapter in their lives. The sun was beginning to
set when they returned to the party. Most of the guests had left, leaving only those closest to them. Lucia ran towards them excitedly. Dad, Grandma, says we can release the balloons now. Doña Mercedes had prepared biodegradable balloons for Lucia and her friends to release to close the celebration. Each child had one with a small message inside. As they prepared for the balloon release, it began to rain gently. Instead of running for cover, Lucia raised her face to the sky, letting the drops caress her. “It’s a
shower of blessings,” she exclaimed with the innocence of her 6 years. “Grandma says that when it rains on special days, it’s because heaven sends us extra blessings.” Mateo looked at Isabela, both remembering that rainy day that had changed their lives forever I think your grandmother is right” she said crouching down next to her daughter “The best things in my life have come with the rain.
Isabela joined them, forming a small circle in the growing drizzle. “Ready to release your balloon, little one?” she asked. Lucía nodded solemnly. At the count of three, all the children released their balloons, which rose into the gray sky like little lights of hope piercing the clouds. “What message did you put on your balloon?” “A secret,” Lucía replied with a mysterious smile and a drawing of our family so that Mom in heaven can see us and know that we are happy. Isabela and Mateo exchanged excited glances. Without needing words,
they knew they were thinking the same thing. Gabriela was watching them. Somehow, she had orchestrated all of this. She had plotted the path for them to meet. As the rain increased, Doña Mercedes appeared with a huge black umbrella very similar to the one Isabela carried that first day. “Come take cover,” she called. “We don’t want the birthday girl to get sick again.” But instead of running for cover, Mateo took the umbrella and opened it over them. On an impulse, he knelt in the rain in front of Isabela, holding the umbrella with one hand and taking it from
her with the other. “I know you already said yes,” he said, looking into her eyes, “but I want to do this right my way.” He took out of his pocket a small box that he had been keeping, waiting for the perfect moment. Isabela Reyes, you offered me an umbrella when we needed it most. Now I want to offer you my heart forever. Will you marry me?” Even though she had already made the proposal minutes before, Isabela’s eyes filled with tears. “Yes,” she replied, her voice firm despite her emotion. “Yes a thousand times,” Mateo slipped
a simple but beautiful ring onto her finger. A silver band with a small blue stone. “It was Gabriela’s,” he explained. “I’ve kept it all these years I know she would like you to have it.” Lucía jumped excitedly around them. “They’re getting married.” “They’re getting married,” she hummed. “My wish came true.” They all laughed, soaked but happy, as the last balloons disappeared into the clouds. The rain, far from ruining the celebration, had completed it, closing a circle that began that day under the storm. That night, after putting an exhausted but happy Lucía to bed, Mateo and
Isabela met on the terrace. The rain had stopped, leaving a clear sky full of stars. “You know it won’t be easy, right?” said Mateo, always practical. “We come from very different worlds.” Isabela intertwined her fingers with his. “Different worlds can meet,” he replied, “and create something new, something better.” They gazed together at the illuminated city, the future stretching out before them like a blank canvas ready to be painted with whatever colors they chose. In Lucia’s room, next to her bed.
The drawing that a family had made that day rested in the rain, but they weren’t sad or soaked figures, they were dancing figures, celebrating that they found in the storm not an obstacle but a blessing. Because sometimes the most unexpected storms bring with them the most precious gifts. 5 years had passed since that rainy birthday party where Mateo and Isabela had gotten engaged. Time, as always, had brought changes, growth, and new joys to the family that began with a
chance meeting in the rain. The wide terrace of the Gabriela Sánchez community center was bustling with activity as guests gathered to celebrate its official opening. The building, with its modern yet welcoming lines, crowned the successful housing development that bore the same name, a project that had transformed not only an entire neighborhood but also the way Reyes Desarrollo approached its investments. Mateo, dressed in an elegant casual suit, oversaw the last details before the ceremony. At 37
years old, he moved with the confidence of someone who has found his place in the world. He was no longer just the talented builder; now he led the entire social projects division of the company, working side by side with Isabella to expand their model to other needy areas of the city “Dad, the twins are bothering us again.
” Lucía’s voice, now an 11-year-old preteen, interrupted his thoughts. Mateo turned to see his eldest daughter dragging a 3-year-old boy by each hand. Eduardo and Gabriela, the twins who had completed their family two years after their wedding, were as different as night and day. Eduardo was serious and observant like Mateo, little Gabriela was lively and determined like her aunt and Namesake. “What did they do now?” Mateo asked, bending down to be eye level with the little ones. “They were drawing on the gallery walls,” Lucía accused, taking her
role as older sister very seriously. “And I told them that’s where Mom’s paintings are going to hang.” The twins looked down with identical expressions of mock guilt that melted any attempt at discipline. “We just wanted to make it prettier,” little Gabriela defended herself, showing her colorfully stained hands. Mateo held back a smile. “How could you scold them for wanting to contribute to their way next time use paper Yes he said wiping his hands with a tissue We’re going to have to explain to Elena why there are extra drawings in her gallery
The voice of Elena Martinez, now artistic director of the community center, came from behind. “It seems you have unofficial collaborators for your exhibit,” Mateo replied, pointing at the twins. Elena laughed without showing anger, just like their aunt Gabriela. She, too, believed that any surface was a potential canvas. Once she painted an entire mural on our dorm wall in college. The principal almost expelled her, but the result was so beautiful that they ended up preserving it. These little anecdotes about Gabriela
were treasures for Mateo. Through Elena, from Doña Mercedes and even from Isabela. The children knew the woman whose absence had shaped their lives so much not as a sad ghost but as a luminous presence whose legacy lived on in each of them. There you are. Isabela appeared elegant in her blue dress, the color that had defined her wedding 50 years ago. The press is arriving, and your mother is hogging all the reporters. Mateo smiled. The relationship between Isabela and Doña Mercedes was still complicated at times, but the
love they shared for the children had created a bridge between them that grew stronger with the years. You’d better go to “rescue them,” he suggested, taking the twins by the hands. “I’ll take care of these rebellious artists.” Isabela kissed him quickly before leaving, but not before whispering, “You look gorgeous in a suit, architect Sánchez. And you are beautiful as always, Mrs. Sánchez Reyes,” he replied, still amazed at how that simple exchange could speed up her heart after so many years together. The community center was the
pride of both of them. In addition to affordable housing for low-income families, the project included this jewel, a space that combined an art gallery, library, daycare, and rooms for various workshops. The heart of the place was the Gabriela gallery, where a permanent exhibition was inaugurated today featuring the artist’s works recovered over the years, along with creations by emerging talents from the neighborhood. While he oversaw the final preparations, Mateo couldn’t help but remember the long road they had come. Their
wedding, celebrated in the garden of the house they shared, had been simple but meaningful. Lucía had walked in front of Isabela, throwing petals, proudly proclaiming that Aunt Bella would now officially be their new mother, although she would never replace their mother in heaven. The arrival of the twins had been a surprise to Isabela, who had never She had contemplated motherhood before meeting Mateo and Lucía discovered that she had a lot of love to give. Little Eduardo and Gabriela grew up surrounded by art, books, and values that combined the best of both worlds: work.
honest and the perseverance that Mateo instilled in them, along with the vision and ambition that Isabela transmitted to them, Mateo, how good to see you. Roberto’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. The private investigator had become a close friend and now headed security for all of Reyes’ development projects. There’s a woman at the entrance, she says she needs to talk to you urgently. Mateo frowned, puzzled. God, her name is Carmen López. She says she’s a single mother and that she heard about the housing program for families in
vulnerable situations. Today isn’t an application day, Mateo replied, confused. The inauguration is in less than an hour. I told her that, but she insisted it was urgent. She seems quite desperate. Mateo has a little girl with her. Something about that description struck a chord in Mateo. How many times had he been in a similar situation, looking for help with Lucía in his arms. Okay, I’ll go see her. At the entrance of the complex, he found a young woman, probably in her twenties, holding a girl about 4 years old.
They both had that look that Mateo knew all too well: the mix of wounded pride and desperation that comes when you’ve exhausted all your options. Mrs. López, I am. Mateo Sanchez The woman was startled, clearly surprised that the project director himself had come to assist her. Mr. Sanchez, I’m sorry to bother you. I know today is an important day for you. But she looked at her daughter and lowered her voice. We were evicted yesterday. We have nowhere else to go. And when I heard about this place, Mateo felt a rush so intense it almost took his
breath away. It was like seeing himself 5 years ago, but from the other side of the mirror. Are you hungry? he asked, bending down to be at the girl’s eye level. There’s a cafeteria inside, we can talk while you eat something. The relief on Carmen’s face was instantaneous. Thank you. We’ll repay you somehow. I promise. There’s nothing to pay, Mateo replied with a warm smile. We all need help sometimes. As he led them inside, they passed a huge mural decorating the entrance. A stylized representation of people in the rain,
but instead of looking dejected, they seemed to be dancing with colorful umbrellas forming a rainbow above them. It was an enlarged reproduction of the last painting that Gabriela had left unfinished, completed by Lucía under Elena’s guidance. “How beautiful” commented the girl pointing at the mural “Yes it is” agreed Mateo “Do you know what it represents?” The little girl shook her head reminding us that sometimes when it seems like everything is lost the rain that we think is going to soak us is the beginning of something beautiful” explained like a rainbow that
It only appears after the storm. The girl looked at him with that innocent wisdom that only children possess. “I like the rain,” declared Mommy. She says it’s the sky crying, but I think they’re wet hugs. Mateo smiled, moved by the description. I think you’re right, they are wet hugs. As they passed through the lobby, they ran into Isabela, who was coming to get him for the ceremony. Her expression of slight impatience changed when she saw the new arrivals. “Isabela, this is Carmen López and her daughter.” Mateo
realized he didn’t know the girl’s name. “Eperanza,” Carmen added timidly. “Her name is Esperanza.” Isabela understood the situation immediately, reading the whole story in Mateo’s eyes. Without hesitation, she extended her hand. Welcome to the Gabriela Sánchez Community Center. You arrived just in time for the inauguration. “Oh, we don’t want to bother you,” Carmen hurried to say. “Mr. Sánchez just invited us to eat something while we were there.” “It’s not a bother,” Isabela interrupted with that warmth she had developed over the years. In fact, I think your presence here today is perfect. This center exists precisely
for families like you. Mateo watched his wife with admiration. The cold and distant Isabela of years past had transformed into a woman who intuitively understood what it meant to lend a hand to those in need. Not from the arrogance of someone who gives charity, but from the empathy of someone who recognizes that we are all vulnerable at some point in our lives. In the main hall, Doña Mercedes directed the waiters with military precision, making sure that everything was perfect for the
ceremony. At 65 years old, she continued to be an imposing figure, although the Years and the influence of their grandchildren had softened their rough edges. Mom shouted, Lucia running towards them with the twins following her. Grandma says it’s time to start. She stopped when she saw the strangers but her surprise lasted only a second before she smiled at the little girl. Hello, I’m Lucia. Do you want to see the art gallery? I have drawings there. Esperanza looked at her mother silently asking for permission. Carmen nodded, moved by the welcome as the girls walked
away. Followed closely by the twins who didn’t want to miss the adventure. Mateo took Isabela’s hand. 5 years old, he murmured. Sometimes it seems like it was yesterday when we met in the rain and sometimes it seems like we’ve been together all our lives,” she completed, resting her head on his shoulder. The opening ceremony was simple but emotional. After the official speeches and the ribbon cutting, Isabela took the microphone to announce the new initiative of the Gabriela Sánchez Foundation, a special program for single mothers and fathers in difficult situations.
vulnerable that included not only housing but also job training and childcare support. And we are pleased to announce that we have our first beneficiary,” he said, pointing to Carmen, who blushed deeply. Because we believe that sometimes all someone needs is an opportunity at the right time. Mateo, standing next to his wife, felt the circle complete. The boy who had once been scared of not being able to give his daughter what she needed could now offer others what he had been given. Not only
material help, but the dignity of being treated as an equal, as someone with potential and value. Later, as the sun began to set, the family gathered on the center’s terrace. Lucía proudly displayed the paintings in the gallery, including those of her biological mother. The twins ran among the guests, closely watched by Doña Mercedes, who had discovered in her grandchildren an inexhaustible source of joy. Isabela approached Mateo, who watched the scene with satisfaction. “
What are you thinking about,” she asked, interlacing her fingers with his. “Of the paths that bring us to where we should be,” he replied, “How a storm can change the course of an entire life.” better definitely for the better, he affirmed, kissing her hand where Gabriela’s ring shone next to his wedding band. At that moment, as if the sky wanted to underline his words, the first drops of a soft rain began to fall. Instead of running for shelter, the guests remained on the terrace, protected by the wide awning. Lucía came running,
dragging Esperanza with her. “Look!” she exclaimed pointing to the horizon “A rainbow” Sure enough, in the distance where the sun struggled to peek through the rain clouds, a rainbow was beginning to form, its colors intensifying with each second “The blessings after the storm” Isabela murmured remembering Lucía’s words years ago Mateo hugged his family while Carmen and her daughter joined them to contemplate the natural spectacle In that moment of perfect harmony, he was sure that Gabriela was watching them from somewhere,
satisfied to see the seeds she had planted blossom in ways that not even she could have imagined because in the end, that’s what life was, a series of storms and rainbows, chance encounters that change destinies, opportunities to lend a hand to those in need, knowing that at some point we’ve all been soaked in the rain waiting for someone to offer us an umbrella And sometimes that simple gesture can change everything