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

who was coloring a picture of three people beneath a tree.

Probability of paternity: 99.9999%.

Nora looked up.

“What does it say?”

Nicolás knelt in front of her.

“It says your eyes are like mine because I’m your dad.”

The girl studied him for a long moment, serious, as if deciding whether that word fit into her world.

“Real dad?”

Nicolás’s voice broke.

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