I sent the complete file to Rodrigo’s extended family group chat, which included the eighteen family members who had recently enjoyed the lavish dinner I had been forced to prepare. I also forwarded the same file directly to my uncle, a personal injury lawyer known for his extensive knowledge of kidnapping and assault cases.⚖️
Once the messages were delivered, I used a small spare key I’d hidden in my toiletry bag weeks ago to unlock the padlock that had bound my leg. The iron links clattered to the ground, freeing me from the grip that had imprisoned me all night.🔓
I didn’t bother to pick up my scattered clothes or damaged belongings at the foot of the stairs. I simply put on my heavy winter coat, retrieved the money I had hidden for emergencies, and silently crossed the living room to head towards the main entrance.🚪
The crisp morning air whipped my face as I stepped outside into the dawn of New Year’s Day. I didn’t turn back to look at the large house that had seemed like a gilded cage to me for seven long years. I hailed a taxi and headed straight for the central bus station to buy a ticket to León.🚌
At eight o’clock in the morning, the family group chat was in turmoil, marked by panic and outrage. Relatives who had praised Teresa the day before were now calling her actions barbaric after hearing the recording where she told me to let my father die. Rodrigo’s uncles and cousins expressed their profound disgust at the way his family had treated a woman who had served them tirelessly 📱.
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