It was the coldest night of winter in Madrid. The rain lashed against the cobblestones as twenty-eight-year-old Lola Ulette, six months pregnant and recently widowed, approached the imposing family home, her heart racing and her fingers stiff with cold. In her hands, she held a folder of medical documents: bills, prescriptions, and authorizations that only her father, Carlos Ulette, could sign. Without that paperwork, the treatments to save her baby were impossible.
With each knock on the door, her hope dwindled a little more. The door opened, and her brother, Marcos, appeared with a mocking smile, revealing his contempt.
“Look what the storm has brought,” he said, his arrogance evident.
“I just need Dad to sign these documents,” Lola replied, her voice trembling. “The doctor says the baby could be born prematurely. I can’t afford the treatments.”
Carlos Ulette, seated in a dark leather armchair, looked up only to shake his head.
“I already told you. You chose to marry that useless man. You chose to walk away from the company. Now face the consequences.”
Lola swallowed, trying to stay calm.
“Please, Dad… it’s a matter of life and death.”
Marcos snatched the folder from her hands and threw it to the floor.
“Why would we spend money on a child who won’t even carry our last name?”
A sharp pain shot through her abdomen. It wasn’t the usual pain; something was wrong. The baby wasn’t moving. Lola tried to retrieve the documents, but Marcos opened the door and pushed her outside. The rain soaked her. Her legs gave way, and she fell onto the stone steps. She tried to call an ambulance, but the phone was barely working.
As the world blurred, she heard hurried footsteps. A deep voice cut through the storm:
“Lola! Don’t move!”
It was Alejandro Sterling, an influential businessman with whom Lola had secretly collaborated. He lifted her carefully, shielding her from the rain and the darkness, his mind consumed by a single thought: to protect her at all costs.
As they drove away toward the hospital, Lola felt her life hanging by a thread, knowing that that night, on her family’s doorstep, everything could end.
Readers are left in suspense: will Lola survive, and what will be the consequences of this family abandonment?
Alejandro carried Lola to the Emergency Department of the Central Hospital of Madrid, his clothes soaked and his heart pounding. She was rushed to the trauma unit as nurses shouted instructions: severe hypothermia, possible placental abruption. Every step Alejandro took was marked by anxiety; he had never felt so helpless in the face of a life in danger.
While the doctors stabilized Lola, he called his assistant, Eduardo, to prepare everything necessary and cover any expenses.
“No matter the cost, she needs every available resource,” he said firmly.
Hours later, Lola woke up confused and afraid.
“The baby?” she asked weakly.
“He’s fine,” Alejandro replied gently. “You’re safe.”
Lola burst into tears, not from pain, but from finally receiving words of comfort and protection.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” she whispered.
“Lola,” he said, looking into her eyes, “it’s not your shame. They left you there. That’s their fault.”
When the door burst open, Carlos and Marcos entered, curt and furious, feeling wronged. Alejandro stood before them, imposing.
“They heard I was dying and they didn’t care,” he said, his voice cutting through the tension like steel.
Carlos tried to intimidate, but Alejandro produced evidence: security camera footage, audio recordings, any proof that demonstrated Lola’s abandonment and abuse. Hospital security prevented them from continuing, and Lola could finally feel free from her family’s control.
Under Alejandro’s care, Lola regained her strength. But the battle for her dignity and her career had only just begun.
In the following weeks, Alejandro helped Lola revive her career as an architect, exposing the years of plagiarism and manipulation her family had inflicted on her work. Architecture firms throughout Spain recognized her talent, and the Ulette company began to crumble in the face of legal and public scrutiny.
Finally, Lola gave birth to her daughter, Ava, healthy and strong. Alejandro stayed by her side, not out of obligation, but by choice, and Lola understood what it meant to have someone who truly chose her. Lola’s life, marked by abandonment and betrayal, now shone with independence, freedom, and genuine love.
As she held Ava, Lola looked at the man who had turned the worst night of her life into a new beginning:
“Thank you… for choosing us,” she whispered.
“Always,” Alejandro replied, smiling. “I’ll choose you and her, every single day.”
And so, her story became a reminder: no one deserves to be abandoned, and there are always those who will choose to protect and support us.
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