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

lifted her chin.

“It’s mine.”

Nicolás turned to the lawyer.

“Examine it.”

The man hesitated. Celeste began to back away, but Nicolás didn’t move. Finally, in a burst of fury, she tore the ring from her finger and threw it onto a chair.

Nicolás picked it up. He turned it over. Beneath the white hospital light, the small letters were unmistakable:

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