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

explanation for a missed meeting. Nicolás turned off his phone.

At five in the morning, Marisol came out. Her face was swollen from crying.

“She’s asleep,” she said. “The blow wasn’t serious. The doctor says she’ll be fine with rest.”

Nicolás looked down. The relief broke something inside him.

“Thank God.”

Marisol leaned against the wall.

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