Hector clearly hadn’t expected Regina to follow him in. Panic flashed across his face. Then, seeing her eyes drift toward the box in his arms, he quickly raised his voice,
“Enough with the lies!” Regina shouted, her voice trembling with fury. “You once tricked me and caused my baby’s death! I remember it like it was yesterday! And now he’s trying to use the same trick again, to kill me?!”
“You’re insane!” I roared. “That’s my daughter’s accesorries! Give her back to me!”
“Stop saying that! Why are you still cursing Claudia with death wishes?!” she screamed, slapping me hard across the face.
“Disgusting. What kind of man collected a girl’s accessories into a pink box?” she snapped. “Your lies are getting more and more ridiculous, all just to hurt Hector!”
Before I could stop her, she snatched the box from Hector’s hands. I screamed in horror, lunging toward her—but I was too late. He hurled it to the floor.
“No!” I cried, stumbling forward in agony, but she kicked me aside like I was trash. “Still trying to fight over some silly box, huh? You still planning to hurt someone with it?”
The box shattered with a sickening crack, scattering into pieces along with tiny accessory parts across the floor.
I screamed, a broken, guttural sound that tore from somewhere deep in my chest. I could barely breathe from the pain, my body trembling under the weight of grief.
Regina’s furious expression drained from her face, replaced by blank disbelief and a ghostly pallor.
