At my son’s wedding, I sat in the back row, ashamed of my humble life.. unimaginable that the billionaire next to me was the love of my life and now the owner of his father-in-law’s building. 

“Why didn’t you tell me your mother knew a Vega?” she whispered, irritated.

“I didn’t know,” Mateo stammered.

But Adrián didn’t stop there. He stood up, approached the DJ, took the microphone, and called for everyone’s attention. I thought I might faint.

“Before we continue,” he announced, “I want to say a few words about someone who was placed at the back of this room.”

My eyes widened. I wanted to disappear beneath the table. But there was no escape.