The sun hung low in the vibrant skies of Rio de Janeiro, casting a golden hue over the sprawling, lush mountains that bordered the glistening coastline. The opulence of Alejandra’s mansion reflected the warmth of the sunset, its ornate façade standing out with rich colors and intricate designs. But inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, crackling with tension.

“Get out, DeMarcus! We’re done! You’ve taken everything we built and crushed it under your ego!” Alejandra’s voice echoed through the grand hall, her eyes blazing with fierce determination. She stood with a hand on her hip, the other clenched tightly, expressing more than just anger—she was reclaiming her power.

DeMarcus, tall and imposing, remained rooted to the spot, disbelief etched on his features. “You think you can just throw me out like that? You need me, Alejandra!” His voice, once smooth as silk, now grated like sandpaper against her resolve.

But Alejandra had found her strength after years of feeling diminished in their tumultuous marriage. “I don’t need you! Not anymore!” Her heart raced as she spoke, daring to say the words she had kept bottled up for too long.

From the shadows of the grand staircase, you emerged, your stature a mix of your father’s physicality and your stepmother’s fierce spirit. You stepped forward, protective and resolute, standing between Alejandra and DeMarcus.