Todos los capítulos de The Wife He Tried to Erase: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The lead man raised his weapon level with my chest before I had even finished processing that there was nowhere left to run, and in that single, suspended heartbeat, I understood with terrible clarity that whatever happened in the next few seconds was entirely out of my own hands now.Time seemed to slow in a way I had never experienced before, every small detail suddenly unbearably vivid, the drifting smoke still curling up from the crater behind us, the weathered stone crosses tilted at broken angles all around, the particular steadiness in this stranger's grip that told me he had done this exact thing before, calmly, without hesitation, more times than I wanted to imagine."Do not move," he said, his voice flat, professional, utterly devoid of the theatrical menace Henrique or Beatriz had carried into every previous confrontation. This man was not here to talk. This man was here to finish something.Duarte stepped slightly in front of me despite everything his own exhausted body ha

The smoke thickened with every second we drew closer, and by the time Tomas finally skidded the car to a stop at the edge of the gravel lot overlooking the dock, I could see flames licking along the side of a small wooden storage shed near the water's edge, though the boat itself, the one Ines had been tracking for the last agonizing half hour, was nowhere in sight. My heart pounded so violently against my ribs that for one disorienting second I could not tell whether the roaring in my ears came from the fire ahead of us or simply from the sheer, accumulated terror of everything this endless day had already demanded I survive. "Where is it," I said, already throwing my door open before the car had fully stopped, my whole body moving on pure adrenaline now that whatever reserves of caution I had left this morning had long since burned away. "There," Andres said, pointing toward the water, where a sleek white hull sat anchored perhaps two hundred meters offshore, engines idling, cl

"What target?" I demanded, my voice sharp with a fresh terror that cut straight through the fragile relief of the last several minutes. Renata's words landed like a physical blow against a body already stretched past its limit.I had barely allowed myself to believe we had survived this particular chapter of the nightmare. Now, impossibly, that fragile relief was already collapsing beneath the weight of one more threat none of us had seen coming.Renata shook her head weakly, water still dripping from her hair. Her whole body trembled with cold and exhaustion in equal measure."He would not say more than that," she said. "He just smiled, Camila, the way he smiled the entire time he was arranging everything else today.""And told his men to get it over with," she added.My mind raced through every possibility at once: the estate, Duarte's daughter, Valentina and her father, Augusto still sitting vulnerable in custody. Each name arrived and departed too quickly for me to settle on which

"A test," I repeated, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. Every muscle in my exhausted body was suddenly rigid with a fresh, cold fury that cut cleanly through the bone-deep fatigue I had been carrying for hours."You are telling me that everything today, the forged signature, my sister's kidnapping, the bomb, the explosion at my grandfather's grave, was some kind of test."I felt the fury build somewhere beneath the exhaustion, a slow, burning anger that had been waiting all day for a target precise enough to finally land against. Marisol's brother, faceless and distant as he still was, had just become exactly that target."I do not believe he sees it the way you do," Marisol said carefully. "I believe, in his own mind, he has spent thirty years building a case against your family.""And today was simply the final, necessary demonstration of whether you actually deserved to keep what you inherited."Andres's fury matched my own completely, his voice sharp enough to cut through the

"Seven," he said, and in that exact same breath, Marisol moved, faster than I had ever seen her move across this entire impossible day, throwing her full weight against her brother's arm just as the lighter's flame licked dangerously close to the journal's fragile, weathered edge.Time seemed to fracture into disconnected fragments, each one arriving too fast to properly process: the flame, the sudden violent movement, the journal spinning loose through the cold night air, all of it happening within the span of a single held breath.The two of them crashed together onto the broken cemetery ground, the journal flying loose from his grip. It skidded across scattered gravel and shattered headstone fragments until it came to rest inches from the crater's smoking edge."Get it," Andres shouted, already sprinting past me. I found my own legs moving before my mind had fully caught up, diving for the journal with a desperation that ignored every ache and bruise my exhausted body had accumulate