I grabbed my keys, tears blurring my vision, and drove straight to Leandro’s office. Waiting at the front desk was Nadine—once my best friend, the woman I trusted enough to give this job, to let her sit beside my husband every day. I had believed in her, defended her, even treated her like family.
And yet, months ago, I learned the truth—that she and Leandro were cheating behind my back. I never confronted them. Not because I was weak, but because I didn’t want to shatter what little family Gwen still had. For her sake, I swallowed it. Over and over, I told myself: endure it, for Gwen.
She needed a complete family. I couldn’t let her experience what I had endured—growing up in the wreckage of my parents’ divorce, splitting my time between two houses, belonging to neither. I knew too well the loneliness of being an option instead of a priority. I refused to pass that pain on to my daughter.
“Where is my husband?” I demanded.
“He’s on a business trip,” she said smoothly.
I slammed my palms on her desk. “Then why are my accounts frozen?”
Her lips curved. “Because Leandro asked me to. He thinks you’ve been spending too much.”