THE WIFE HE BETRAYED, THE WOMAN HE FEARS
The elevator ride down was quiet, and I watched the city get closer through the glass.
Mine! All of it was going to be mine.
The company, the house, the name, and Camila. Carlos built it, but he was weak at the end, letting a girl run it. I was not weak, I was going to take it, clean it, make it bigger than he ever dreamed.
And Sofia?
Sofia would learn what happens when you stand in my way. She was in that restaurant yesterday, covered in food, thinking a slap made her strong.