My wife.
The hallway began to sway. I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.
Then Laura’s voice—sweet, plaintive, intimate—floated like poison.
“When are you going to tell Sofia? I’m tired of hiding. Besides… I’m a few weeks pregnant. Our child must be acknowledged.”
Pregnant.
Our child.
I felt as if a lightning bolt had struck my chest.
Ricardo put down his plate, took Laura’s hands, and kissed her fingers as if she were a queen. “
Be patient. If I divorce Sofia now, I’ll lose everything. She’s smart—everything’s in her name. The car, the watch, the project capital… it’s all her money.”
He let out a small laugh, almost admiring my usefulness.
“But don’t worry. We’ve been secretly married for two years.”
Laura pouted.