My husband married his mistress behind my back—forgetting that everything he owned, including his honeymoon, depended on my signature

No watch.

Security stopped him at reception.

Valeria went downstairs.

Not because she had to.

But because she wanted to see him in the lobby where he used to walk in greeting people as though he owned the place.

“We need to speak alone,” he said.

“No.”

Sebastián noticed Mauricio standing behind her.

“Are you sleeping with your lawyer too?”

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