That afternoon I had just finalized the biggest acquisition of the year, a deal that would expand our company across Latin America and bring in bonuses large enough to support another year of my husband’s expensive habits.
For years I had worked relentlessly to maintain what people called our lifestyle. In truth, it was entirely mine—built through sleepless nights, calculated risks, and responsibilities he never bothered to understand.
My husband, Gabriel Ortega, charming and endlessly ambitious, had grown used to luxury as if it were something he deserved rather than something funded entirely by my work.
