He kicked out his pregnant wife for expecting a girl… but what happened on the day of the birth?

The journey seemed endless.

The vehicle moved slowly along the road as the landscape changed between mountains and small towns. With each movement of the bus, Lucía placed her hand on her stomach.

Even so, he didn’t complain.

Her mother, Doña Herrera, was waiting for her at the Puebla terminal.

A woman with a strong face and hands calloused from years of honest work.

When she saw her daughter so pale and tired, she ran towards her.

—Lucía!

He hugged her tightly.

Lucía rested her head on his shoulder, just like when she was a child.

-Mother…

Doña Herrera didn’t need to ask anything. The tears in her daughter’s eyes said it all.

“Relax, daughter,” she whispered. “You’re home now.”

Meanwhile, in Mexico City, Javier was living a completely different reality.

That same afternoon he had visited Valeria Cruz.

His young assistant.

Valeria lived in a modern apartment in the Del Valle neighborhood. She was elegant, ambitious, and always knew how to please Javier.

She was also pregnant.

But, according to the studies, she was expecting a boy.

For Javier, that was the only thing that mattered.

“Finally, an heir!” he proudly told his friends.

Valeria smiled with satisfaction every time she heard those words.

Javier spared no expense for her.

He booked a private suite at the prestigious Santa Elena Clinic.

He hired the best gynecologist in the city.

He paid for all the necessary studies without even asking the price.

When he received the final bill for more than one hundred and eighty thousand pesos, he simply signed it.

For him, it wasn’t an expense.

It was an investment.

Weeks passed.

In Puebla, Lucía led a quiet but humble life. Her mother took great care of her, preparing warm broths for her and making sure she got enough rest.

Although Lucia’s heart was still wounded, she found comfort in the hope of meeting her daughter soon.

I talked to her every night.

—We’ll be happy, right?

The girl responded with small movements inside her womb.

That was enough for him.

In Mexico City, Javier anxiously awaited the birth of his supposed son.

She had bought blue clothes, expensive toys, and even a small imported wooden crib.

The long-awaited day finally arrived.

Valeria went into labor at dawn.

Javier drove to the clinic with a huge bouquet of white tulips.

He felt proud, powerful, invincible.

After several hours of waiting, a doctor came out of the operating room.