“He wanted a spectacle,” I said. “Let’s give him one.”
Felipe blinked. “You’re going to the party?”
“I am his wife. And I am going to end him in front of everyone.”
CHAPTER 5 — THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE
Felipe’s safe house became my war room.
I bathed, ate, let Miriam examine me. Aurora’s heartbeat was strong. My hair—hacked short by the clinic’s staff—framed a new version of me. Hardened. Sharpened. Unbreakable.
Javier arrived with the evidence, pale and remorseful.
“You acted when it counted,” I told him. “Now I need you to help finish this.”
He nodded. “I’ll stand with you.”
Night fell. Finca El Paraíso blazed with lights and music—Elías’s stage.
I dressed in the black silk dress from Paris, my pregnancy visible and unapologetic, the documents in a leather folder on my lap.
Security was tight, but Felipe maneuvered through with forged press credentials and sheer nerve.
And as we approached the estate, I felt it—
the calm at the center of a hurricane.
Everything was about to break.
