The solicitor Ramiro stared at me for a moment as if he could scarcely believe what I had just relayed, and he even repeated his question.

“No? What do you mean?”

I was resolute in revealing the entire truth to extricate myself from the brute who had assaulted me. “Luis has his own wife; her name is Vivian, and at present, they are residing in our house.”

Upon hearing this, the lawyer, who had been organising the papers on the coffee table, ceased his actions to look at me as though he questioned the veracity of my statement. He took a breath and sipped from the glass of water that...