Wishing for my husband´s child

. Two long and humiliating months since Armando kicke

nding answers. But just as I was about to sen

mansion, modern architecture, with t

, Miss," Eder an

thout sending the message, I put it back in

d almost ironic. I stepped out and was dazzled. The place was simp

th several divorces under his belt and a fortune too large to spend alo

as pounding rapidly in my chest, and for a mome

side. Elegant women, all dressed in the same pearly gray uniform, and a couple of men

Mr. Feldman is waiting for you," said

r. My phone vibrated insistently in the palm of my hand. I gla

woody perfume immediately enveloped me, deep, masculine. I cl

in front of the desk sl

en I s

melie M

enly. I looked around, stunned, and then turned my

dy, hair dark as night, and a piercing gaze. He

man..." I

án Feldman Jr.

Damián didn't seem like such a crazy idea. He was the kind of man any woman-sensibl

e, but I'm not. I've read the agreements you signed with my father, and I'm here

d me, his expression becomi

hose agreements." His gaze locked with mine, disarming m

somber expression, heavy steps, and a cane in

ed, stepping back a

e approached, his penetrating, hungry eyes s

el joke. There was no way anyone intended to

alone?" he ordered withou

. As he passed by me, I felt

r son that... that... I..." the words caught in my throat. "That I don't

ly perceptible smile, w

e." His tone was calm, almost courteous, but every word was a threat. "Jus

dly... and felt nauseated. He was at least forty years older than me. He

eed to with you, but I can't do it. I ca

a bitter smile. "You are A

husband is?" I asked, ta

. Without responding immediately, he slowly

s who is hurting my daughter?" Mr. Feldman

n to click like pieces in a puzzle. Rosalía... my ex-

o do with all of this

d at me like

e on that imbecile... and I w

ments, or marriage. Only revenge. I was just another piece on h

w how to manipulate, how to seduce, how to empty you inside until nothing was left... like he did to me. He

t sounded... I still lo

venge... that idea

floor of the mansion. I opened the door, turned on the light, and found a pe

, observing every detail.

ere was everything: sportswear, elegant dresses, casually folded clothes, a collection of designer shoes, and a small sa

y head, i

iss," the woman's voice sn

around,

this?" I as

the family's trusted housekeeper. But from now on, I will be

swallowing hard. I

Could you leave me

t smile, left the room, a

ll phone out of my pocket. The lit scr

you o

e are

ming fo

ds tre

ked, until the pain in my chest exhausted me, unti

e damage, after abandoning me, destroying