Rafaela never learned who posted it, and she never went looking.

She had not leaked it herself — she had wanted, if anything, to be finished with the Monteros cleanly, to walk out of that manor and never think of them again.

But the world has its own sense of proportion, and a video of a rich woman leaving a young bride in a storm is the kind of thing a region does not forgive.

What Leticia discovered, in the weeks after, was that the cruelty she had performed so confidently in a private car became something else entirely when strangers watched it — that the same act which had made her relatives cheer made the public recoil.

She tried, for a while, to call it a smear, a targeted campaign, a distortion.

But when people asked her the simple question — is the video real? did you do that? — she could not bring herself to say no, because it was real, and she had done it, and there was no version of the footage in which she came off as anything but what she was.