The Price of HonorThe home office was fraught with tension when Carlos finally lost his cool to the incessant pacing and calm. Isabelle sat in the arm chair, cradling protectively her protruding stomach, eyes alertly focused on her husband, with concern."We have to expose them," Carlos said at last, the first time he'd been firm all day, but with a voice underlying with defeat. "Being truthful, that's before I can go on living with myself."Isabelle felt a wave of relief wash over her. "I'm so glad you have come to that decision, Carlos. It is the right thing to do."He paused in his pacing, turning around to face her, his expression torn. "It is. But understand, Isabelle, this decision will be risky. We could lose everything we've been building here in LA.""I know," Isabelle said softly. "But isn't that better than compromising our values? Than becoming the very thing we came here to escape?"Carlos nodded, a small grin pulling at the crooks of his mouth. "Since when did you becom
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