Alejandro's Pov
Something squeezes at my chest as I watch the chaos I orchestrated unfold before my eyes.
Mariana is being tossed around the ground, her hair pulled, her face bruised, my brother hauling insults at her.
Whore, desperate, stupid—that’s all I’ve heard him yell in her face over and over and over again.
“E. . .Enough,” I say, my voice barely audible.
I’m hesitant, perhaps afraid to interfere, fearful that my interference might ruin everything, make things worse for Mariana.
My brother doesn’t hear me. He’s too focused on hurting his wife that he’s blocked out external sounds. “That’s enough, Radimr. . .she’s had enough. . .” I repeat, this time with a higher tone.
He shoots me a glare, and yet, proceeds with his torture. It’s when he raises his hand again, intending to s
