My husband said he was “on a business trip,” but when I went to the hospital to visit my sick friend, I suddenly heard his voice behind the door… and what I heard chilled me to the bone.
That morning, Madrid seemed grayer than usual, and yet, my mood was strangely cheerful.
My name is Sofia and I was smoothing my husband Ricardo’s tie while he stood upright in front of the enormous mirror in our suite.
Our luxurious house in La Moraleja had been a silent witness to five years of what I believed to be happiness. At least… that’s what I thought until that day.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to prepare anything for the trip?” I asked sweetly, patting him on his broad chest.
“Valencia is far away.”
Ricardo smiled, that smile that always dispelled my worries. He gave me a slow kiss on the forehead.
“No, darling. I’m in a hurry. The client in Valencia wants an urgent meeting tonight. This project is important for my portfolio. I want to prove to your father that I can succeed without hiding behind your name.”
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