The bathroom door burst open.
The air seemed to freeze.
Fernanda turned immediately, annoyed at the interruption.
“What is it now? I told you I didn’t want—”
Her voice died in her throat.
Standing in the doorway was Alejandro Ortega.
Her husband.
Owner of the mansion.
One of the wealthiest businessmen in Mexico City.
And the son of the woman …
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