If you ever loved me and Noelia,
please tell me who Cara Sucia is.
Cesar, forget about me. Let me go.
And forget Cara Sucia.
He's not to blame for any of this.
It was me. I made him this way.
Adriana is still alive.
No, that's impossible.
Mariana Stanford was her sister. She's the one who died.
What do you mean Adriana is still alive?
Adriana is Mariana Stanford.
I read her journal, did some research
and went to see her.
She had no choice, but to accept it.
Camila, nobody can know about this, okay?
No one can know she's alive. She's in danger.
I know. Don't worry.
I won't say anything.
The good news is that your father didn't kill her,
or anyone else, according to him.
-You know what that means? -Yeah.
I'm so relieved, honey!
You've no idea how guilty I felt.
Just the thought of him hurting her
made me never want to look at you or Noelia.
When will you tell Noelia that her mother's alive?
I don't know, it might be better to let Adriana
take over her sister's life and let her be.
She thinks it's better for Noelia not to know.
She thinks it's better to stay in Miami to live like her sister
and not come back for Noelia?
It seems she has no other choice.
She has to be Mariana in order to hide from Cara Sucia.
I'll make one last attempt to change her mind
and then I'll return to LA.
Nothing can keep us us anymore.
Come back soon. I want to see you.
See you soon.
Chuy!
What happened? Are you okay?
Everything's fine.
I dropped this comal because it was hot.
Excuse me.
What'd you do to me?
You got me to come here twice in just a few days.
I've no idea.
I don't know what power I have over you,
but I hope it doesn't fade away soon.
I know I'm still a stranger to you
and you're a stranger to me, but I felt something
from the moment we first met.
Listen, at this point, you aren't a stranger anymore.
To tell you the truth, I should be a bit offended
since I believe all you fell for me
because I look like my sister.
Hold on a second.
Thankfully you're not like her.
On the contrary, I believe you're an honest person.
I hope I'm not wrong again.
Hold your horses, Francisco.
I'm married, remember? Someone could recognize me.
Please.
You know what?
If you weren't married, I'd bring you with me right now
and we wouldn't come back.
Don't tempt me.
Going away isn't such a bad idea.
-What about your husband? -He can go to hell.
I'm serious.
When I look at you, I realize there's nothing stopping me.
Not even my company. Nothing.
All I think and feel when I see you,
is the time I've wasted.
How could she be alive?
Cesar, I just thought of something.
If my father was Adriana's lover,
he could have helped her with the autopsy.
He was born in San Diego and has many contacts there.
My dad didn't kill Adriana.
But maybe he did help her fake her death
so no one would suspect that the one who was killed
was actually her sister Mariana.
Sorry, honey. I didn't know you were here.
-Here are your clothes. -Thank you.
Whose clothes are those, Olga?
They're Chuy's.
I'll leave them in his new... in his new room.
Why did Chuy take Francisco's room?
What is he up to by sleeping there?
Since Paco left this house, your mother said it was okay.
I suppose he'd be more comfortable there.
Does it bother you?
I'm intrigued.
It's hard to believe that my mom agreed to do so
and it's strange that she gave him a watch and new clothes.
Besides, his attitude is different.
What's wrong with your son, Olga?
Nothing's wrong.
Well, I don't know.
Maybe since your mom is used to being alone,
she doesn't like him to be too helpful.
Olguita, you know that's not true.
Chuy has changed, and so have you, Olguita.
I don't know what you're talking about, dear.
I'm talking about your lies, Olga.
You told Valeria that her son was dead.
How could you, Olga?
I grew up with you.
The person I used to know wouldn't do that.
My dear girl...
Look at me. Do you know where her son is?
I don't want to keep lying, but I can't say anything.
I want peace and I want Chuy to be okay.
Mariana Stanford.
Such a delectable wine.
Are you sure they won't notice?
No way.
There are many bottles
and it'd be impossible for them to notice.
Really?
Guess what?
My sister accepted me as a friend on social media.
Now I can see all her pictures.
Do you remember Mariana?
Not too much.
I was too young when she got adopted, right?
You're right.
She looks like you, Adriana.
Finding her was a pain.
I didn't know her married name, but look.
Meet my sister.
Mariana Stanford.
Life sure isn't fair.
Here we are drinking stole wine
and she's swimming in money.
We used to be like one person.
Then a family showed up and she was adopted and I wasn't.
That changed everything.
That's the life I could have had.
Don't you think it'd be better to swindle her?
Know what I'm gonna do?
What?
I'll make a profile with all her pictures
so Mariana del Molino seems more credible.
More real.
-What do you think? -You're so smart.
Come in.
What are you doing, Chuy?
I thought you were in Paco's room now.
Can't you see I still have things here?
Isn't that Alejandra's laptop?
Unless she's going to use it in the afterlife,
I'd rather keep it.
The police would want to check it, wouldn't they?
I'd gladly give it to them if they asked.
How'd it go at the job interview?
Not good.
I'm sorry, Cami, but I have a lot of work to do.
Would you mind leaving me alone?
You want to be alone? In which room?
What work are you talking about, Chuy?
Another job for my mom?
What are you helping her with?
Is that why you're allowed to sleep in Paco's room
and why Mom is treating you differently?
What's wrong with you, Camila?
Does it bother you that your mom treats me well?
You say it as if it were a reproach, Chuy.
Ever since Olga adopted you,
we've treated you with love and respect,
and like family.
What's wrong? What's the matter, Chuy?
I'm sick and tired of only being an employee, Camila.
Don't say that.
Well, it seems that my sleeping in a nice bed bothers you.
Hello, daddy. I miss you a lot.
I miss you too, sweetie, but I'll be back soon.
You're getting kisses when I come home.
I'll give you way more kisses, daddy.
Nah, you'll be sleeping by the time I arrive,
but we'll see each other tomorrow morning.
Did you talk to my aunt Mariana?
Did you tell her about me?
More or less, baby.
Your aunt is a busy woman and we couldn't talk much.
I'm seeing her again later today, though,
so I'm hoping we'll be able to talk.
If you see her, tell her I want to meet my cousins.
Maybe we could meet her too, along with Cami.
Yes, honey.
Hopefully, this all ends soon and we're all happy.
You'll see.
Cesar?
What are you doing here?