MasukA Life Lost Leandro watched me from the audience, partially hidden in the shadows of the auditorium. His presence was discreet, calculated, but I knew exactly where he was. Despite the distance, I could feel his gaze fixed on me—like a silent anchor reminding me that I was not alone in this war. I had to face a public audience and officially announce the inevitable: Matt Stone and I were getting divorced. The seats filled quickly. The journalists looked desperate, pushing each other to get the best angle. Professional cameras were aimed directly at my face, flashes firing nonstop, and the lighting was so intense it made me nauseous. The heat from the spotlights mixed with the constant murmur of the crowd made the air feel thick, almost impossible to breathe. Even so, I smiled inwardly. I had learned to maintain composure even in the middle of chaos. I hadn’t heard from Matt in days, and against all odds, that brought me relief. After all, he had already been living his life far
The First Step Toward Your RuinI took photographs of the scene as if it were a perfectly calculated crime. The shards of glass scattered across the floor, the wine glass shattered against the wall, my cheek slightly scraped, still red from the impact. I even attached the medical documents certifying that I was pregnant. Every image had a purpose. Every piece of evidence was another part of the puzzle I was about to complete.My plan was already in motion.I left the house early, silently, with firm but quiet steps. The morning air was cold, sharp, as if trying to warn me of something—but there was no turning back now. When I reached the parking lot, I found Leandro leaning against his car, speaking on the phone. When he saw me, he lifted his gaze and immediately understood. I gave a slight nod, signaling that we were heading to the hospital. He nodded back without asking questions and hung up.Now I had to face one of the hardest decisions of my life.I had to get rid of the baby gro
Put Your Signature, Mr. CEO Leandro was calmly sipping from his coffee cup while watching me closely. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes… his eyes missed absolutely nothing. I, on the other hand, was nervous. I could feel my pulse racing and a constant knot tightening in my stomach. Even so, I was determined. I hadn’t backed down so far, and I wasn’t about to start now. “And tell me… what are your intentions?” he finally asked, a faint smile on his lips, as if he were somehow congratulating me for having reached this point. I placed both hands on the table before answering. I needed to keep control of the conversation. The truth was, I didn’t have everything figured out yet—just an idea of what I wanted to do. But two minds were better than one. “Before we talk about punishments or agreements, we need to be completely transparent,” I said firmly. “I need to know how you discovered that I’m the owner of K.O. Company. I assume you knew Philip somehow… otherwise, I highly doubt yo
A New Addition The days passed with cruel speed, as if time itself were mocking me. Sometimes I felt like I had barely woken up when night had already fallen again. Everything depended on the day to know how Matt would treat me. There were mornings when he was the husband I had once fallen in love with—attentive, kind, with soft words and gestures that made me believe there was still something real between us. But on other days… on other days he reminded me, without saying it out loud, that our marriage had been a convenient contract, a cold alliance between two powerful families. The treatment had completely drained me. My body ached in ways I had never experienced before. I felt weak, dizzy, constantly nauseous, and exhausted beyond relief. The worst part was that Matt knew absolutely nothing about it. He was so busy with work and with Anais that finding a moment when he wasn’t “unavailable” was almost a miracle. Another thing Matt didn’t know—something that would completely turn
A Deal Sealed “Sofía, why are you with this guy?” Matt asked in a low voice, though it was charged with irritation. “This is going to affect us in front of the news outlets.” I looked at him in disbelief. His audacity was almost admirable. “The same could be said about you, Matt,” I replied firmly, even though rage was boiling inside me. “You’re with Anais, who, by the way, is much more than your secretary and your ‘childhood best friend.’ You forgot to mention that she’s also your first love.” I was angry—very angry—but above all, I had to maintain my composure. There were too many important shareholders around, too many attentive eyes waiting for any mistake, any misstep, ready to turn it into tomorrow’s headline. “Listen,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “She traveled a long way. She hasn’t been to Canada in a long time, and I was simply lending her a helping hand.” A cheap excuse. As cheap as all the previous ones. A few steps behind us, Leandro watched the scene
Saved by Someone from Another Continent I didn’t even call Kevin. I walked straight to the cashier, paid my bill with automatic movements, and left the restaurant without looking back. I wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible. The loving couples, the soft laughter, the knowing glances, and the sickeningly sweet atmosphere began to make me feel nauseous. Every display of affection around me felt like a cruel reminder of what I didn’t have at that moment. If the night before, when I arrived at the Grand Hotel, the weather had been cool and pleasant, now it felt like walking through ice. The wind blew fiercely, cold and merciless, brushing against my legs without permission, slipping beneath my dress and making me shiver. I walked along the sidewalk in my thin heels, the sharp sound of each step fading into the nearly deserted street. I wasn’t expecting anything from anyone, but if I was honest with myself, I would have loved for an angel to appear out of nowhere and take







