“I’m Dr. Miriam Lagos. I’ve been reviewing your case. Officially, you’re in a vegetative state because of an aneurysm.” She leaned in, fury burning in her eyes. “You never had an aneurysm. There’s no brain damage. Someone put you in a chemically induced coma.”
The truth slammed into me.
“How… long?” I rasped.
“Six months,” she said softly. “You’ve been here for six months.”
Half a year. Gone.
“There’s more.” She checked the hallway, then returned. “When I reduced your sedation, I did routine tests. And I found something that isn’t in your file.”
She placed my trembling hand on my stomach.
My abdomen wasn’t flat. It was unmistakably rounded.
“You’re pregnant, Magdalena. About seven months.”
Everything inside me shattered.
Not sadness—rage. Pure, feral rage.
Elias hadn’t just drugged me. He’d risked the life of his own child. For money. For greed.
The weak, obedient Magdalena di:ed that instant.
“Help me,” I whispered. “Help me destr0y him.”
CHAPTER 3 — THE CONSPIRACY OF THE RIGHTEOUS
Escape required patience—weeks of pretending to be unconscious during the day and clawing my way back to life at night.
Miriam coached my atrophied b0dy in secret. Finger movements. Flexing my feet. Eventually sitting. Pain ripped through me, but I kept imagining the child inside me—Aurora, my dawn and I pushed through.
Outside, allies were forming.
Miriam contacted my mother. Beatriz didn’t collapse when she heard the truth. She straightened her back and said, “Tell me what we need.”
She hired Felipe Guerra, a relentless private investigator. He dug into Elias’s world and found rot everywhere – fa:ke invoices, offshore accounts, hush-money transfers.
But the most unexpected ally came from inside Sandoval Corp.
Javier Mendoza—Elías’s young assistant. Loyal, ambitious, and increasingly uneasy as he uncovered irregularities. When Elias asked him to plan an extravagant engagement party with Sofía Beltrán while his legal wife lay “dy:ing,” Javier snapped.
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