Enthusiastic viewers are raving about a Netflix series, describing it as the ‘finest show they’ve ever watched,’ with many unable to resist revisiting it repeatedly.
The series has earned widespread acclaim, with fans praising its captivating storytelling and remarkable performances. Many have been binge-watching all five seasons, unable to get enough.
From the very first episode, viewers were hooked. One fan shared: “It’s the most exceptional show in recent years: packed with action, authenticity, drama, deception, love, and suspense… it encompasses all the elements to keep you engrossed. The lead cast’s performance is exceptional!”
Another viewer declared: “This is one of the greatest series I’ve ever watched. A profoundly impactful show. I adored it. The acting was outstanding. I recommend this series to everyone.”
A third fan added: “A friend recommended this series to me, and I must say it was worth it. As I started watching, I grew increasingly curious about what will unfold next. It’s truly engrossing.”
A fourth comment read: “I adore this show. I’ve been following it since Season 1 and have never been let down – astounding performances by the actors.”
A fifth fan wrote: “It’s my preferred television show. Crafty, scheming, and brilliant characters. Unforeseeable. Sufficient twists, turns, and side stories to hold your attention.”
The series was brought to life by director Joshua John Miller and writer M.A. Fortin, who collaborated to create this acclaimed show.
This American crime drama is adapted from the Spanish-language telenovela “La Reina del Sur,” itself based on a novel by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. The lead role is portrayed by Brazilian actress Alice Braga, known for her work in “Dark Matter” and “I Am Legend.” She stars alongside Peter Gadiot and Mexican actress Veronica Falcón.
The original series, which aired on USA Network, holds an impressive score of 8/10 on IMDb and 68% on Rotten Tomatoes.
The show’s synopsis reads: “Teresa escapes Mexico after the death of her drug-running partner. Upon settling in Dallas, she aims to become the country’s top drug smuggler and seek retribution for her lover’s murder.”
The critically acclaimed series draws inspiration from the novel “La Reina del Sur,” which is based on the real-life story of female drug kingpin Marllory Chacón. Known as the “Queen of the South” by Guatemalan media, Chacón turned herself in to U.S. authorities in 2014.
While the series first premiered in 2016, it continues to attract new fans who eagerly immerse themselves in its five seasons.
Lead actress Braga spoke to Forbes about the importance of the show’s representation: “It’s crucial to have Latinos in front of the camera because… when they watch the show, they can identify with it.”
She added: “There’s a vast Latino community, but if we lack Latinos in the director’s chair, in the writing room, in the decision-making spaces, such as executive producers, then we miss out on certain narratives told from that perspective.”
Despite its devoted fanbase, “Queen of the South” concluded after its fifth season. This decision came as USA Network shifted its focus away from original productions.
Fortunately, viewers can still stream the entire series on Netflix.
I WENT FOR AN ULTRASOUND AND SAW MY HUSBAND HUGGING A PREGNANT WOMAN — SO I SECRETLY FOLLOWED THEM
The ultrasound image, blurry yet undeniably real, still swam before my eyes. Two pink lines. Two tiny flickering lines that promised a future I had yearned for, a future I had almost given up on. After five years of longing, of disappointment, of tears shed in the quiet hours of the night, it was finally happening. I was pregnant.
But the joy that should have consumed me was quickly replaced by a chilling dread. As I walked out of the clinic, my eyes fell upon a scene that shattered my world. Ronald, my husband, stood in the hallway, his arms wrapped around a woman with a swollen belly. It wasn’t just a casual hug; it was a tender, intimate embrace, his hands resting gently on her burgeoning stomach.
A wave of nausea washed over me. Who was she? What was he doing here? The questions raced through my mind, each one sharper than the last. My carefully constructed world, the world I had envisioned with Ronald at the center, was crumbling before my eyes.
Gripping my purse tightly, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I couldn’t just stand there, frozen in disbelief. I had to know. I had to understand.
And so, I did something I never thought I would do. I followed them.
My heart pounded like a drum as I trailed behind them, my breath catching in my throat with every step. They walked slowly, their conversation hushed and intimate. I stayed hidden, peering through shop windows, ducking behind parked cars, feeling like a ghost in their world.
They turned down a narrow street, the houses quaint and old-fashioned. My gaze followed them to a small, two-story house with a rose bush spilling over the fence. This was it. Their destination.
I found a secluded spot across the street, my eyes glued to the window. The living room was cozy, filled with sunlight and the scent of freshly baked bread. They sat on a worn-out sofa, the pregnant woman gently stroking her belly. Ronald leaned in, his face radiating a warmth I had rarely seen directed towards me. He spoke softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
“I’m so excited, darling,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re going to be parents.”
The woman smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Me too, love. I can’t wait to meet our little one.”
“Our little one,” he repeated, the word hanging in the air.
The scene before me played out like a cruel, twisted movie. Their happiness, their shared dreams, mirrored my own, yet they were a mockery of my own hopes. I felt a wave of dizziness, the world tilting precariously on its axis.
As the afternoon wore on, I watched them. They laughed, they argued playfully, they planned for the future. I saw a love story unfold before my eyes, a love story that did not include me.
Finally, as dusk began to settle, they left the house, hand in hand. I watched them walk down the street, their silhouettes bathed in the fading light. And as they disappeared from view, I was left alone with the shattered pieces of my heart.
The walk back to my apartment was a blur. The joy of my pregnancy, the hope that had bloomed within me, felt like a distant memory. Betrayal, anger, and a deep, suffocating sadness consumed me. How could he? How could he do this to me?
That night, I cried myself to sleep, the ultrasound image of my tiny baby a bittersweet reminder of the shattered dreams. The next morning, I woke up with a resolve I didn’t know I possessed. I would not be a victim. I would fight for myself, for my baby, and for the future I had always envisioned.
The road ahead was uncertain, filled with pain and uncertainty. But I knew, deep down, that I would find my way. I would heal, I would be strong, and I would build a life for myself and my child, a life filled with love, joy, and happiness, a life that had nothing to do with him.
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