The hallway seemed to tilt around me. I had to press my shoulder against the wall to stop myself from collapsing.
Then Laura’s voice—soft, pleading, intimate—drifted out like venom.
“When are you going to tell Sofia? I’m tired of hiding. Besides… I’m a few weeks pregnant. We have to acknowledge our child.”
Pregnant.
Our child.
It felt as though lightning had split my chest open.
Ricardo set the plate aside, took Laura’s hands, and kissed her fingers as though she were royalty.
“Be patient. If I divorce Sofia now, I’ll lose everything. She’s clever; everything is in her name. The car, the watch, the project capital… it’s all hers.”
She gave a small laugh, almost amused by how useful I was.
“But don’t worry. We’ve been secretly married for two years.”
Laura pouted.
“So you’re going to continue being his parasite? You said you were proud of it.”
Ricardo chuckled easily, full of confidence.
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