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10: Uneasy Coexistence
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We were halfway through dinner when Alejandro set down his fork and leaned back in his chair. I knew whatever he was about to say would be bad. I didn’t look up. I’d been swirling the same bite of food around my plate for the past ten minutes, pretending I had an appetite.“There’s been a development”.I looked up from my plate. “What kind of development?”He tapped his fingers against the edge of the table. “The truck driver. They caught him.”For a second, I felt a flicker of hope, but it died just as quickly when I caught the way his jaw tightened. “And?Alejandro exhaled, his frustration evident. “His name was Ramon Ortega. He used to work for the Valdez family. He was Marco’s late father’s driver for years before his passing.”The fork slipped from my hand, clattering loudly against the plate. “So I was right, it wasn’t an accident.”“No,” he said. “It was deliberate.”The room tilted slightly, like the air had been sucked out of it. My hands gripped the edge of the table, my kn
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The car ride back to Alejandro’s house was pure chaos—chaos fueled by laughter. Real, uninhibited laughter.“I can’t get over it,” I gasped, leaning back in the seat. “Helena, screaming at security, shouting ‘Do you know who I am?’ like that would magically stop them from tossing her out.”Alejandro smirked, his fingers tapping casually on the steering wheel. “The best part was Marco tripping over his own feet and crashing into the table.”“Did you see Helena’s face?” I gasped, clutching my stomach. “She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon when he fell.”I burst out laughing again, picturing Marco’s face covered in buttercream, flailing like a deranged toddler. “Imagine the tabloids tomorrow. ‘Valdez Matriarch Causes Scene at Ex Daughter in Law’s Wedding’”“Their stocks will take a hit,” Alejandro said, his voice quiet but smug.“Good,” I replied, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “They deserve it.”As we pulled up to his house—our house—I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
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“And my role in all this?”“The accident”“What about it?” I asked hesitantly.“The truck driver who died, Ramon Ortega That’s our linchpin. If we can prove Marco or Helena orchestrated it, it’ll be the final nail in the coffin.”“How do we do that?”“Ramon worked for Marco’s late father. That’s where the connection starts, but it’s not enough. We need more than a paper trail—something concrete.”I frowned, frustration bubbling to the surface. “How do we prove they were behind it? It’s not like they’re going to leave a signed confession lying around.”“We dig, Estella. Payments, phone calls, emails. Somewhere, there’s a trail that leads back to them. Always. They will have left traces—loose ends that connect them to the crash.” “Marco’s not careless. He wouldn’t have left evidence lying around.”“No,” Alejandro agreed, “but Helena might have. She’s reckless when she thinks no one’s watching. And she has a habit of trusting the wrong people.I thought back to the night of the accident
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ALEJANDRO"Running away again?" The words came out harsher than I intended, edged with irritation of her assuming and fleeing. Like she always did. She jerked her head up, eyes red-rimmed behind the oversized sunglasses she'd pushed up on her head."Fuck you," she spat, her voice raw.Not the reunion I was hoping for after last night. But at least she was looking at me, not running.I fought to keep my expression neutral, even as my insides twisted at the sight of her tear-stained face. She'd been crying—hard—and something told me it was because of me. I’m guessing she walked in on Vicky in my office just now. "You're an idiot,"Her eyes widened, fury replacing her tears. "Excuse me?""You heard me." I crossed my arms, studying her face. So goddamn beautiful, even when she looked like she wanted to tear my throat out. "Vicky is gay."She blinked. Once. Twice. Her mouth opened, then closed."What?" she finally managed."Vicky. The woman you saw in my office." I spelled it out slowly,
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I lunged forward before the doors fully opened, without looking and slammed right into someone."I'm sorry, I—" The words died in my mouth as I looked up.A sharp intake of breath followed. "Oh my God."Time seemed to freeze as I stared into the face staring back at mine .Clara eyes widened, lips parting in shock. For a heartbeat, we both stood paralyzed.Then her face crumpled, her eyes filling with tears instantly. "Estella? Is that you?"Before I could respond, she threw her arms around me, clutching me like I might disappear if she let go."It's you. It's really you," she sobbed, her whole body trembling.I clung to her just as desperately, burying my face in her shoulder. The scent of her perfume—the same one she'd worn for years—unleashed a flood of memories."Clara," I choked out, barely recognizing my own voice.She pulled back just enough to cup my face between her hands, eyes searching mine as if trying to convince herself I was real."I thought I was hallucinating," she wh
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I stared at my reflection in Alejandro's closet mirror one last time before heading out. The woman looking back at me was caught between two identities—Amelia Alvarez, the woman who lived in Madrid with no past, and Estella De Luca, the woman who built a life alongside the man who'd just reclaimed every inch of my body.Last night changed everything and nothing at the same time. I grabbed my phone, fully charged now, and pulled up the address."Time to remember," I whispered to my reflection.In his closet, I found a dark baseball cap and a pair of oversized sunglasses. A weak disguise, but enough to avoid immediate recognition. I wasn't ready for a grand entrance—not yet anyway.I grabbed my purse and slipped out the door. The doorman nodded politely, not recognizing me—another knife twist of how completely I'd vanished from this life.In the cab, I watched the New York streets blur past. My heart hammered against my ribs as the name "Estrella Designs" burned in my mind. Clara had k
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The bed was exactly as I remembered it—king-sized, with dark sheets that had always contrasted so beautifully with my skin. How many nights had we spent here, tangled together in passion or simply sleeping in each other's arms?I stood by the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do. What comes next now? This moment felt fragile. One wrong move, and whatever connection and peace we'd reestablished might shatter.Alejandro came up behind me, his chest pressed against my back, arms encircling my waist. His lips found my shoulder, then my neck, working their way up to my ear."On your knees," he murmured, and the command sent a shiver down my spine.I complied, crawling onto the bed and positioning myself as instructed. The towel fell away, leaving me exposed to his gaze. I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the bed dip as he knelt behind me.His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against him. "You left, Estella.""I know," I whispered, dropping my head between my arms. "I know."He
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It wasn't gentle. It wasn't forgiving. It was demanding, consuming, raw. I gasped against his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I could reach. His body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall. One of his hands tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to hurt, to remind me of all the pain between us. His hands gripped my waist, yanking me against him. "Five fucking years," he growled against my mouth. I gasped as his teeth scraped my lower lip, then bit down hard enough to make me taste copper. The pain shot straight to my core, making me moan. "Did he get to see you like this?" He spun me around, pressing my chest against the cold wall. His erection pressed against my ass, his breath hot on my neck. "All desperate and needy?" I gasped unable to answer as his hand slid up my thigh, under my skirt. His fingers hooked into my panties, ripping the delicate fabric with one sharp tug. The sound of tearing lace made me whimper. "I hate how much
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 187: A Door Between Us
The cold marble floor of the hallway numbed my ass hours ago. I'd lost track of time, sitting outside, knees pulled to my chest like some pathetic stalker.Each time the elevator dinged, my heart leapt into my throat, but it was never him. Just neighbors casting curious glances at the woman camping outside the most expensive unit in the building.What the hell was I doing here?Forty floors up in a New York high-rise, three thousand miles from Madrid, from Arielle. I'd left our daughter with aunt Eleanor after promising her I'd bring Daddy home."It'll just be a few days," I'd told her, brushing her hair from her forehead."Promise you'll fix it?"I couldn't lie to her again. "I promise I'll try."Now I was sitting on floor with nothing to show for it. All attempts to call him, straight to voicemail. Twenty-two hours of travel. A quick flight on a private jet, arranged by a single call to my family's assistant.I stared at the keypad beside his door.I considered the door code. Would
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 186: Running Away From Her, Running Into Her
Alejandro It’s been three days since I'd fled Madrid. Three days of pretending I wasn't running from her. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the stack of contracts I'd been working through for the past fourteen hours. My eyes burned, but sleep wasn't an option. Sleep meant dreams, and dreams meant her. My phone vibrated against the desk. Enrique again, the fifth time today. Need a pickup from the office, boss? It's nearly midnight. I tossed the phone face-down on my desk without answering. Let him wonder. Let everyone wonder. I was done explaining myself. I picture her standing in her food steaming on the table. Her eyes, wide and hopeful when Arielle called me. "Fuck," I muttered, shoving away from my desk. Leaving was for the best. I repeated it like a mantra. A lie I didn't believe. I walked to the minibar in the corner of my office and reached for the whiskey before stopping myself. No. I hadn't touched a drink since I found out I have a daughter, and I wouldn
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 185: A Table Set for Empty
The next day, I was on a mission. I woke early, made sure Arielle had breakfast, then spent the entire morning and afternoon in the kitchen."You know we have staff for this," Eleanor said, watching me struggle with a particularly stubborn clove of garlic."I need to do this myself," I insisted, cursing as the knife slipped. "It has to be perfect."I was making Alejandro's favorite. It was the first dish I'd ever cooked for him when we first got married, and I'd nearly burned down his house in the process. He had to take over and complete the meal himself. The memory made my hands shake."At least let me help," Eleanor offered, stepping closer.I shook my head. "No don’t worry. I've got this."By late afternoon, the kitchen was a disaster, but the food was finally coming together. I'd sent Aunt Eleanor out for fresh flowers and had set the table with the good china."Mama, it smells yummy!" Arielle said, skipping into the kitchen. "Can I call him now?"I checked the time. Five thirty
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 184: A Door Between Us
I punched in Alejandro's number for the third time. The same result—straight to voicemail. Not even a ring this time."Fuck," I muttered, tossing my phone onto the passenger seat. Eleanor glanced at me from behind the wheel. "Still nothing?""He's blocked me." The realization hit like a punch to the gut. "Or he's deliberately sending me to voicemail.""Maybe he just needs time."I shot her a look. "Don't start with that therapist bullshit. I don’t need that now."We'd reached a fragile truce—living under the same roof again—but forgiveness wasn't something I was ready to cross yet."I need to see him face-to-face," I said, staring out the window. "He can't ignore me if I'm standing right in front of him."Eleanor sighed. "Amelia—""Just drop me at his place." I cut her off. "Please."Twenty minutes later, Eleanor pulled up to the house."Want me to wait?" Eleanor asked."No," I said, opening the car door. "I'll call if I need a ride."I watched her drive away before turning to face t
