“Oh, isn’t it?” she interrupted. “Because it seems you brought your lover to a luxury hotel using the card linked to our joint account. The same account I’ve been scrutinizing for six months.”
“I know a lot of things.” The receptionist stood frozen, unsure whether to duck or vanish. To one side, in an office doorway, another woman in a dark suit watched the scene, arms crossed, the expression of someone who had rehearsed this moment.
“Have you been spying on me?” Tomás blurted out, trying to regain some control.
“Spying?” Jimena let out a humorless chuckle. “Tomás, you weren’t even creative. ‘Late nights at the office’ that your assistant couldn’t confirm. Weekend ‘conferences’ that your boss never mentioned. Hotel charges on the shared credit card. I didn’t need to spy on you. I just had to pay attention.”
Nadia took a step back.
