It was nearly eight at night, and I was still in my glass-walled office in Polanco, staring at the skyline while the last employees trickled out, unaware that my life was about to fracture.
I had just finalized the most important acquisition of the year, a deal that would expand our firm across Latin America and secure bonuses generous enough to fund another year of my husband’s indulgences.
For years, I worked tirelessly to sustain what everyone called our lifestyle, though in truth it was mine alone, carefully built from sleepless nights and strategic risks he never understood.
Mauricio Ríos, my charming and chronically ambitious husband, had long since grown accustomed to luxury as if it were a birthright instead of a privilege financed entirely by my signature.
