She pretended to be the infertile wife for 8 years to protect her husband’s pride—until he brought his pregnant mistress to the er and begged her to save his “new family”

from her.

That expression almost disgusted her now, but she wore it flawlessly.

“Not here,” she said.

Relief softened his face.

“Tonight. I’ll come to the apartment.”

“Our apartment,” she corrected lightly.

He paused.

“Right. Our apartment.”

She nodded once and walked away.

Behind her, Rodrigo exhaled like a man convinced control had not yet slipped away.

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