Alejandro’s face drained.
“He said what?”
“He brought documents.”
“Divorce papers.”
“A confidentiality agreement.”
“A letter signed by you.”
“I never—”
“I know that now.”
Lucía’s voice broke.
“But I didn’t know then.”
Alejandro sat.
“What did the letter say?”
“That you had proof I was unfaithful.”
“That you didn’t want me near your home or companies.”
“That if I publicly claimed the baby was yours, your lawyers would
destroy me.”
Alejandro stood again.
“I never wrote that.”
Lucía nodded.
“I know.”
“How?”
She looked toward Gabriel.
The manager closed his eyes.
Alejandro turned.
“Tell me.”
Gabriel spoke carefully.
“Seven months ago, I received instructions regarding Mrs. Montero.”
“From whom?”
“Mr. Salazar.”
Alejandro’s jaw tightened.
“What instructions?”
“That she was not to receive any special accommodation.”
“That Montero family accounts would not cover her stay.”
“And?”
Gabriel hesitated.
“Say it.”
“That if she attempted to contact you through hotel management, we were
