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Ricardo wore an ugly smile as he made his way down the stairs. It was not the kind of smile born from happiness or amusement, but one shaped by restraint, tension, and emotions he refused to acknowledge.The soft glow of the chandelier illuminated his path, yet it did nothing to warm the cold knot tightening in his chest. Each step echoed faintly through the mansion, the sound blending with the heavy silence that filled the space.Before he could reach the bottom, the front door opened.Amelia stepped inside.They came to a halt almost immediately, meeting face to face as though fate had timed the moment with cruel precision. Amelia’s hand remained on the door for a second longer than necessary, her body frozen when her eyes met Ricardo’s. She had not expected to see him waiting downstairs, and the look on his face unsettled her deeply.Something was wrong.She could feel it instantly, like a chill creeping beneath her skin. Ricardo’s smile did not reach his eyes. His jaw was tight, h

“That witch!” Stella cursed under her breath, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel as jealousy burned fiercely inside her. “I’m sure she has brainwashed Ricardo!” she shouted angrily, her voice filling the car. The thought of Amelia standing beside Ricardo, carrying his name and living in his house, made her blood boil. “Well, I’m going to show her what kind of witch I can be too,” she muttered darkly, pressing harder on the accelerator as the car sped forward.The city lights streaked past her window, but Stella barely noticed them. Her mind replayed recent scenes over and over again. The way Ricardo had defended Amelia without hesitation. The way his voice softened slightly whenever he spoke to her. The subtle warmth in his eyes that Stella had never seen directed at herself. Each memory felt like a sharp needle piercing her pride.She had known Ricardo for years. She had been there during family gatherings, business celebrations, quiet conversations that stretched late

Amelia sat alone at the dining table, staring blankly at the untouched dishes that still remained. The once warm and inviting atmosphere had long disappeared, replaced by a suffocating silence that pressed against her chest. The faint metallic scent of blood seemed to linger in the air, though she knew it was only in her mind, a cruel reminder of what had happened just hours ago.Ricardo had rushed Stella to the hospital without hesitation.The image replayed endlessly in Amelia’s thoughts—Stella collapsing, Ricardo catching her, the panic in his voice as he called for help. And just before Stella’s body went limp, there had been that smile. A brief, cruel, victorious smile that no one else had noticed.Amelia clasped her trembling hands together on her lap, trying to steady herself. Her fingers felt cold despite the warmth of the room. She inhaled deeply, but the air felt too heavy to breathe properly, as if guilt and accusation had filled every corner of the house.She knew the trut

Ricardo stood frozen in Amelia’s bedroom, the brown envelope still clutched in his hand. The Divorce Agreement, her signature, the date—it was all too real. It hit him with the weight of inevitability. She had left. She had taken control of her life in a way he had never imagined she could. And now, for the first time in his life, he felt helpless.His fingers tightened around the papers as panic slowly began to rise. He needed to reach her. He had to know where she was and is she was safe. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number instinctively.But it was wasn't going through“Switch off,” Ricardo muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. A cold sensation spread through his chest. She had made sure he couldn’t reach her, at least not immediately.With a deep breath, he shoved the phone into his pocket and left the room. He had no plan yet, but standing still wasn’t an option. He needed to think, and thinking meant movement.Ricardo made his way outside, into the quiet drive

Ricardo sat behind the large mahogany desk in his office, his posture straight and composed as he reviewed the stack of documents in front of him. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass, a reminder of the empire he had spent years building. His expression was calm, but his eyes moved with sharp precision as he scanned each page. Every detail mattered. Every clause, every number, every condition. He did not allow mistakes. He did not allow carelessness. Work had become his refuge. A soft knock sounded on the door. Ricardo did not look up immediately. “Come in.” The door opened, and his assistant stepped inside, holding a tablet and a file. The assistant’s posture was respectful, but there was a hint of urgency in his expression. “Sir,” he said, “we have received confirmation from S and D Corporation.” Ricardo’s pen paused slig