CHAPTER 57

The next day arrived with an oppressive weight hanging over me, a gnawing sense of dread that intensified as noon approached. Thiago’s message from last night had haunted my thoughts, making sleep impossible. Now, sitting in my office, I was counting down the minutes, trying to calm the anxiety bubbling inside me.

Lucia had texted me earlier, confirming our meeting for the next morning. That brought me some comfort, knowing I had someone I could trust in this mess. But today, I had to face Thiago alone, and I couldn’t help but feel that this confrontation would be different—more dangerous.

At exactly noon, I heard the unmistakable sound of Thiago’s heavy footsteps approaching my office door. I straightened up, bracing myself as the door swung open.

There he stood, immaculate in his tailored suit, exuding control and power. But there was something else—something darker—in his expression today. His eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t help but shiver under his intense gaze.

“Wifey,” he