Lucía whispered, “So you planned it.”
“Of course,” Mrs. Rivas replied proudly. “I found Clara for him. A woman who serves her husband. Accept it, Lucía. Support him. If you behave, you’ll be blessed.”
Then—
Click.
The line went dead.
Lucía stared at her phone.
No tears.
Only one thought, sharp and clean:
They didn’t just betray me. They counted on me staying quiet.
She inhaled once—slow, controlled.
Then she made the call that turned heartbreak into war.
She dialed her personal lawyer.
“Attorney Salgado,” she said, voice steady, “I need you. Tonight.”
