Meanwhile, Mateo kept shooting anxious glances toward us — not out of concern for me, but because he had recognized Adrián. Not as my former lover, of course, but as Adrián Vega, a powerful businessman who practically owned half the city.
Minute by minute, I realized my son was ashamed of me, yet unknowingly relied on the man who now sat by my side with complete humility.
But what happened at the end of the reception… no one saw it coming — and it changed everything.
When lunch ended and guests dispersed to dance or stroll through the gardens, Mateo approached me at last, Clara close behind him. His smile looked forced, carefully practiced.
“Mom, I hope you’re comfortable,” he said — polite only because others were watching.
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