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

doctor left, Marisol finally spoke.

“I tried to tell you.”

Nicolás came closer.

“When?”

“Almost four years ago. I went to your office on Reforma. I was two months pregnant. Your assistant kept me waiting three hours. Then Celeste came out. She gave me an envelope with money and a letter supposedly signed by you.”

Nicolás shook his head.

“I never—”

“She said continue reading …