Se connecterAdrielle HaleThe meeting ended at 11 a.m. I'm on my way home; there's not much to do at the hospital today. Each department has a doctor in charge, so I just need to make sure everything is in order. My phone rings, its sound invading the silence I've left in the car after turning off the radio. They're talking about us. I heard about Pedro's interview earlier, and I also watched some videos after the meeting. He seems uncomfortable with Lilian Wood's presence, and I don't blame him. With the emotions of the weekend, we're both on the verge of collapse; we just need to know who will do it first.I answer the call using the steering wheel controls. The name on the screen makes me anxious. I don't know what Sofia might want at this time of day, but I assume it's about her son or Abby."Sofia," I greet her softly."Adrielle. Sorry if I'm disturbing you." Her tone is calm, as usual.Pedro's calmness comes from her; it's noticeable. Both in the way she speaks and in her actions."Don't wo
Pedro HernandezAmanda glares at me. She has no intention of hiding her anger from anyone. But what I'm saying here, the board needs to know. In fact, they know, but they act as if they don't because the man who used to sit in the chair I'm in now knew very well how powerful he was. No one would dare go head-to-head with Max Hernandez."It's a serious accusation, Mr. Hernandez," Patrick says, his tone serious.I know he's staring at me; I can feel his gaze burning into my skin as all I do is stare at the two people sitting at the end of the table."It's not an accusation, Patrick, it's a fact," I reply, turning to face him."Suddenly, you arrive with new accusations, with this arrogance that surely came from your father, and accuse us of fraud? Is this the man who will run the company, ladies and gentlemen?" Leonard asks, and I can see he's starting to despair. "Who's going to guarantee you're not lying? That your evidence isn't false and full of fraud? Who's going to guarantee that t
Pedro HernandezI leave the reporters and head toward the elevator. I plan to go up to my office to get some files I prepared last week. When I enter my office, they're all as I left them. Iris follows right behind me, her awkward, nervous manner. I take off my blazer and place it on the hanger, returning my attention to the papers. Victor gave me a good idea last week, and I've put things in order. I know the board will question me about it, and I want to have an ace up my sleeve so I'm not caught off guard.There are more files on my desk. I remember asking Iris to bring me all of Leonard's agreements and partnerships he's made. Reading through the documents, I notice the name of a company I've never seen before. But the "CEO"'s name is very familiar to me: Barbara LeBlanc. I know we're talking about the model who's been maintaining the lie of being someone she's not for seven years.That bastard has signed contracts riddled with fraud. Illegal companies, with dirty dealings. That B
Pedro Hernandez Monday morning, 7:30. I'm in the kitchen with Minnie. Adie and Abby haven't come down yet. I know they're still fighting, and I'll never blame Adrielle for that. She's our daughter. I can't forgive Minnie, but after everything, maybe she has a right to be afraid too. Leonard is crazy, and I need to make sure a man like him doesn't get close to anyone else. I have a board meeting today; either way, I'll have to resolve these conflicts with Leonard and Amanda. I know they'll be there and will try something. I didn't see Helena this weekend. At my mother's house, she said she had some things to sort out. I imagine it's something about the advertising campaigns. Her agent must be trying to secure partnerships with American brands. Either way, I don't care. I know that at some point, Leonard will take advantage of her presence to provoke me. That way, he'll know I already know everything, because I have no intention of continuing to pretend. I can hear Abby's voice as s
Pedro Hernandez"Do you think she'll come back?" Abby asks, lifting her head to look at me as the turtle drifts away with the waves.I give a small smile, certain that this turtle must return at some point. I don't know what stranded her on the beach or what brought her here, but I imagine she'll return someday. Maybe her eggs are here, close to hatching, and she just came back out of maternal instinct."If she doesn't come back, maybe there will be new baby turtles hatching on the beach in a few days, dear," I answer softly, kneeling in front of her. "Can you tell me when turtle eggs hatch?"Abby ponders for a moment, her head tilted to think about it. She's an expert on this subject."Well, I heard a woman say it takes sixty days. When is that? Do you think she laid her eggs here? Can we come see when the baby turtles hatch?" Her excitement is noticeable, as is her eager smile."Yes, we can." I nod. "We'll keep an eye out, and if there's any movement, we'll go down and observe. I pr
Adrielle Hale Pedro and I walked down to the beach a few minutes ago. I wiped my face to make sure Abby wouldn't notice I was crying, but I think she's known this sight for so long that any slight change in my eyes tells her something's wrong. The sand isn't as hot as I thought. Our house provides good shade for us to walk barefoot. Pedro is quiet, with a distant look in his eyes. I know he's still thinking about the things we discussed inside, and I can't help but feel him reconsider his actions and scold himself. His fingers are intertwined with mine, a subtle hint that he doesn't want to distance himself, but his fingers aren't so attached that I couldn't let go if I wanted to. Abby and Austin are running along the water's edge while Victor takes countless photos of them with his phone. A small smile spreads across my face at how happy Abby and Austin look. That smile has never been brighter than it is now. I can clearly see how happy she is. "Hi." Abby waves to us, a wide smil
Pedro HernandezI sigh and look back at the blinds. Bruno is outside, the tow truck is leaving, as are the police cars. One of them remains parked on the other side of the street and I imagine it is keeping watch. A red car enters the garden and parks very close to the other cars. A man comes out a
Pedro HernandezJackson's tone is full of disdain, as if I were someone so despicable that he can barely bear to mention my name. How ironic. The person who is truly despicable seems to have all the kindness of others, while I carry the anger and resentment that is left."Why are you acting like th
Pedro Hernandez"You should have come home, mijo" my mother says, her eyes focused on me through the phone.Her clear eyes watch me intently through the FaceTime screen, as if trying to decipher every detail of my face. We're on FaceTime. I'm at the hotel, where she insisted on putting me up, and s
Adrielle HalePedro analyzes me silently, as if he needed it to choose his words. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly. His hard, cold expression softens when he looks back at me. The trees around us start to sway, indicating that rain is about to fall. I can't tell if it's the tense







