“You keep your car, your retirement account, and your personal belongings,” she listed. “I keep the house, the investment portfolio, and my hotels. You’re responsible for your debts, including the credit cards you used for your getaways. And as for our ‘social circle,’ people will decide who they’re with when they find out why our marriage ended.”

“Are you going to tell everyone?” he asked, alarmed.

“No need,” she replied. “Hotels talk, Tomás. Receptionists, managers, concierges… everyone knows each other. By tomorrow morning, half the world will know you brought your mistress to your wife’s hotel. It’s too juicy a story to keep quiet.”

He stood up, flailing his arms in the air.

“You planned all this. Buying the hotel, being here today of all days… It was all a trap.”

“You’re wrong,” Jimena said, looking him straight in the eye. “Buying the hotel was a business deal. That you chose this one today of all days… was pure luck. For me.”

Tomás was speechless.

“So what now?” he finally asked. “What’s going to happen to me?”