I was forced to choose between my husband and my disabled mother—I walked away in silence, only to discover he had married me for something far darker

that the plans sold by Grupo Salvatierra match Arturo Rivas’s original designs.”

Arturo’s notebook appeared on a screen, scanned page by page. His handwriting. His formulas. His dates. His warnings.

And at the bottom of one page, a sentence underlined twice:

“If anything happens to me, Mariana needs to know the truth. I don’t trust any Salvatierra.”

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