My husband said he was on a “business trip” — but when I went to the hospital to visit my sick friend, I suddenly heard his voice behind the door… and what I heard made my blood run cold.

That alone made me blink. Laura didn’t work. How did she pay for a room like that? But my optimism quickly patched up my suspicion. Maybe she had savings. And if not—it didn’t matter. I would pay.

With the fruit basket in hand, I walked through hallways that smelled of antiseptic, even though everything looked immaculate and expensive. My footsteps echoed on the marble. My heart wasn’t afraid—it was anxious.

The elevator rang on the third floor. I found room 305 at the end of a quiet, slightly secluded hallway. And as I approached, I noticed that the door wasn’t completely closed—only ajar.

I raised my hand to knock… and froze.

Laughter came from inside.

And a male voice—warm, playful, painfully familiar—chilled me to the bone.

“Open your mouth, darling. Here comes the little airplane…”
My stomach clenched. That voice had kissed my forehead that very morning. That voice had promised me Valencia.

No. It wasn’t possible.

Trembling, I approached the crack in the door and caught my breath as I peered inside.

The scene hit me like a ton of bricks.

Laura was sitting up in bed—perfectly healthy, radiant, not at all pale. She was wearing satin pajamas, not a hospital gown. And beside her, patiently feeding her pieces of apple, was Ricardo.

My husband.

His eyes were soft—devoted, just like at the beginning of our marriage.

“My wife is so spoiled,” Ricardo murmured as he wiped the corner of Laura’s mouth with his thumb.

My wife.

The hallway began to sway. I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Then Laura’s voice—sweet, plaintive, intimate—floated like poison.

“When are you going to tell Sofia? I’m tired of hiding. Besides… I’m a few weeks pregnant. Our child must be acknowledged.”

Pregnant.
Our child.

I felt as if a lightning bolt had struck my chest.

Ricardo put down his plate, took Laura’s hands, and kissed her fingers as if she were a queen. “
Be patient. If I divorce Sofia now, I’ll lose everything. She’s smart—everything’s in her name. The car, the watch, the project capital… it’s all her money.”