Chapter Fifty Three

“Rose! Mother has returned!”. Leticia barged into the bedroom and stopped short when she saw her sister’s body shaking. "Rose? What’s wrong?”. She rushed over to meet her.

Rosaura didn’t answer and instead got up from her position on the floor and stormed out of the room in anger.

Leticia watched her sister go before she looked back at the floor and her brows furrowed. There were two pictures side by side, one old and the second recently taken. She picked up the two wondering why her mother had a picture of Cesari Sandoval, his assistant and their daughter in her possession then she looked at the other one and gasped.

“My God! It can’t be". She looked at the little boy in the picture with blue eyes, dimples, jet black hair then she looked at Cesar and she shook her head. "Mother couldn’t have...” She didn't know what to think. It couldn't be possible that she was related to…

She heard voices coming upstairs and quickly gathered the albums together then stuffed them back into the sa