Section 6
As the chaos raged around us, I grabbed his arm. “You have to trust me now, Nicolás! This isn’t just about us. It’s about our child!”
His expression shifted, the anger boiling inside him mingling with something else—fear. “I didn’t believe you about the embezzlement because…” He hesitated, swallowing hard, “I was afraid of losing my family’s legacy.” The admission hung thick in the air, a heavy weight settling between us.
My breath caught in my throat. “So you let her manipulate you? You didn’t even trust me!” I shouted, the hurt spilling out. “After everything—after all the love we shared—you let her tear us apart?”
His eyes filled with regret. “I thought I was protecting us, but I was blind. She has always been watching, always pulling the strings.” The truth struck like a lightning bolt, illuminating the shadows of our past. “Cecilia, I didn’t want to lose you, but I feared losing what I had more.”
“And now?” I whispered, the finality of his revelation striking me hard. We stood on the brink of a reconciliation that felt impossible, tainted by betrayal and fear. “Now it’s too late.”
The alarms blared again, an urgent reminder of the stakes, but the real enemy had been lurking in the shadows all along—his mother. Ready to strike again.
