Valeria, who had always trusted her husband—at least on the surface of that marriage the press called “the perfect couple”—moved to the edge of the open door. The sea breeze hit her hair and dress, impregnated with the salty smell of the ocean.
And that instant…
Santiago grabbed her arm.
You are welcome.
With a quick and brutal movement, he pushed her with force.
Valeria fell from the helicopter.
His scream was torn by the wind, cut short in the open air. But just at the moment his body was plunging into the void, an icy truth resounded in his mind with metallic clarity:
She was already prepared for this.
Because Valeria had suspected it for a long time. And during the last few months, she had secretly taken certain precautions… precautions that no one—not even Santiago—could have imagined.
He had begun to observe.
