The millionaire’s fiancée pushed the maid’s daughter off the piano—unaware that a single detail would expose a truth she could never take back

didn’t answer. Nora had finally begun to cry — a soft, quiet crying that made everything else cease to matter.

Nicolás picked up his phone.

“I’m calling a doctor.”

“I’ll take her,” Marisol said.

“I’m coming with you.”

“No,” she said, with a firmness he hadn’t expected. “Don’t make decisions for us today.”

The words stopped him entirely.

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