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

She needs no one to ever look at her the way Celeste looked at her again.”

“That won’t happen again.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“No,” he admitted. “But I can start by not hiding.”

That same morning, Nicolás ended the engagement in a brief phone call. No shouting. Only one sentence:

“It’s over, Celeste. And if you ever go near Nora or Marisol again, you continue reading …