Angela’s heart was pounding wildly as she fiddled with her keys at the front door, her mind racing with the image of Antonio dressed in a waiter’s uniform at the restaurant. He was alive, right there in front of her, but he didn’t recognize her! Not only that… The image of the waitress Hinata sharing a kiss with him flashed through her mind. Tears welled up in Angela's eyes once more. He has another woman….for how long? Are they married? Do they have children? The door creaked open, and Angela stepped inside, her chest heavy with sadness, frustration, and a myriad of emotions she had never felt before. The house was filled with the sounds of music and laughter. The twins Lia and Liya were in the living room, joyfully playing a dancing game on the TV with their little brother, Antonio Jr. The four-year-old’s giggles were the loudest in the house, pure and carefree. He jumped and spun, trying to keep up with his big sisters during the dance challenges. The moment Angela stepped into the living room, the girls’ eyes lit up, ready to rush to her with a big hug, but something held them back. The twins paused midway, seeing the expression on Angela's face. She looked terrible and worn out, as if she were trying to carry the weight of the world, and it was crushing her. Lia exchanged a worried glance with Liya. They both recognized that look. They had seen it before, those rare moments when Angela was fighting back tears, telling lies just to keep them from asking too many questions. The energy in the room shifted from joy to intense concern instantly. However, Antonio Jr. was unbothered, as he should be. He toddled over to his mother, arms outstretched. “Mommy!” he cried, his little hands seeking Angela's attention, his face beaming with innocent happiness. Angela’s heart ached at the sight of him. She knew he was a copy of Antonio at birth, but this new Antonio could be said to be Junior's twin, judging by his lively and kind aura. She managed a weak smile, bending down to lift him into her arms. She hugged him tightly, kissed his head, and buried her face in his soft hair, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. “Mom? What's wrong?” Lia called softly. Her twin, Liya, quietly turned down the volume of the game and walked over to Angela. “Mom, are you okay?” she asked, standing next to her sister. The twins studied the tension in Angela’s grip on Antonio Jr., and the way she avoided their eyes. It spoke volumes. Angela nodded slightly, not trusting her voice to remain steady. “I’m fine, sweetheart,” she whispered, though her voice cracked. “I just… I need a moment.” The girls knew better than to push further; they would be lied to again. Angela sometimes forgot they were no longer little kids. They exchanged glances again and with a silent agreement, decided to give her some space. Liya gently carried Antonio Jr. from Angela’s arms, distracting him with promises of another round of their game. “Come on, Junior, let’s dance some more,” she coaxed, her tone cheerful despite the knot of worry in her stomach. Lia stood by, watching as their mother slowly walked toward the staircase, each step heavy, showing the weight of her sadness. The girls exchanged another worried glance, their hearts heavy with concern. They wanted to help, to comfort her, but they also knew Angela well enough to understand that sometimes, she just needed to be alone with her thoughts. As Angela climbed the stairs, the tears she had been holding back began to fall. The image of Antonio’s face haunted her again, and the realization that he didn’t know her. He didn't remember her. He was kissing another woman. It tore her heart apart. She reached the top of the stairs and paused, her body trembling and her tears wetting the floor beneath her. She knew she had to be strong for her children, but right now, all she wanted was to let the pain out. She finally reached the door of her room, pulled it open, got in, and shut the door with a loud slam. The moment she turned the lock, her resolve crumbled. She leaned against the door, sinking to the floor as sobs racked her body. The tears she had been holding back burst out uncontrollably, her chest heaving with each breathless cry. The agony of seeing Antonio alive, yet so distant, had been too much to bear. “What am I going to do?…How am I going to move on from this?” She buried her face in her hands, unable to stop the flood of tears pouring out. Downstairs, Lia and Liya were trying to keep things normal for Junior, but they were distracted by the sound of their mother's sobs. The muffled cries sent a shiver down their spines. They had never heard their mother cry like this before and it terrified them. Lia’s eyes met Liya’s, and she could see the same worry mirrored in her sister’s gaze. They both knew something terrible must have happened, but they were helpless to fix it. Both had their eyes filled with tears **** Doris and her fiancé Pete were still entangled in each other’s arms, sharing a quiet moment in the bakery’s kitchen when the door creaked open unexpectedly. They both froze, pulling back just in time to see Kerry step inside, followed by Antonio’s cousin, Courtney. Doris’s heart raced as Courtney’s face. “What…what are you doing here? Can't you knock?” She gasped. Her fiancé Pete scratched his neck at the awkward interruption. Courtney wasted no time. “Where is Angela? Please, I need to know where she is.” Doris’s fiancé sensed the intense moment and studied the situation. He understood that this was something personal between the ladies, something he shouldn’t be part of. “I’ll, uh, leave you ladies to talk,” he said gently, placing a soft kiss on Doris’s cheek before quietly exiting the room. The door closed behind him, leaving Doris alone with the two women. Doris straightened her apron, trying to regain her composure, but her shock quickly turned to anger. Her eyes darted to Kerry, betrayal flashing in them. “Kerry, what have you done? Didn't I warn you not to…” she demanded, her voice shaking with controlled fury. Kerry looked down, unable to meet Doris’s gaze. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I just thought—” “You thought?” Doris cut her off, her tone sharp. “I trusted you, and you brought *her* here?” Courtney looked sadly at Kerry. “She did her best, Doris. Angela is my family, and I have every right to know where she is. You can’t keep her hidden forever. It's important to me. To the Monteros.” Doris’s blood boiled. This was exactly what she had feared. the Montero's “This isn’t your business, Courtney, or that of the Montero's” Doris snapped, her voice low and firm. “Angela is not married to Antonio yet, so you have no right to demand any information from me.” Courtney’s eyes were immediately soaked with tears. Doris noticed and tried to hide her sympathy for her. “Put yourself in my shoes, Doris. My grandma is dead and Antonio, gone for years. Montero's legacy is being forgotten. I lived in fear, regret, and agony these past years…trying to win this fight against Damon but to no avail”. She sobbed. “I don't understand how Angela will help you with that. Look I understand your pain about losing your family, but Angela lost her brother too. I won't risk anything else, soret I can't help you. This conversation is over,” Doris said, her voice hard. “You both need to leave. Now.” Suddenly, her phone rang. The caller was announced. It was Angela. Courtney and Kerry's eyes broadcasted their impatience. Doris hesitated and watched her hands. After she dried them off, she picked her phone from the kitchen counter. “Hello An…” “Bruno is alive!” Angela snapped, cutting her off. “What!” Doris yelled so loud that Courtney and Kerry were immediately interested.