Everyone said I was lucky because I had found a perfect husband.

In everyone’s eyes, Ricardo was a wonderful man. He was kind, considerate, had a stable job, and always treated me with complete sincerity. He remembered every anniversary, every meal I enjoyed, and always gave me sweet and warm gestures. When we went out, he always held my hand tightly, pulling me toward him as a way of protecting me. He did all the housework, from cooking to cleaning, without letting me worry about a thing. I also thought I was the happiest woman in the world.

The first few days after the wedding, our little house was filled with laughter and romance. I thought we’d have passionate honeymoons, sweet moments like the ones I’d seen in movies. I was mentally prepared, eager for