Wandering the streets of Madrid for a few hours, Carmen didn't really know where she was going because she didn't even have any money on her. She had promised herself not to cry because of this wretch who was her husband but he was obviously much stronger than her. Sheeven thought that she would have done better not to insist that he have an operation and that way, she would keep her husband close to her.
Crossing the road without looking, a car rushed towards her and it was only luck that the latter had not run over her and all that was her fault. She wondered what kind of person he was because he might have wondered what his ex-fiancée was doing all this time to not be at his bedside and yet he needed her. The story was banal. He had decided to bring this Bea back to their apartment simply because she looked like his ex.
“Do you want to die and make me go to prison, miss?”