I prepared the meal, poured their drinks, and did exactly what I was told without protesting.
Then he asked a question that sent a chill through my veins:
“Which hospital did you work at years ago?”
That same night, an unknown number messaged me—and finally, I discovered why my husband had been so determined to hide me from everyone.
PART 1
“My boss is coming over for dinner tonight. Leave the table set and then get inside the bedroom. I don’t want him seeing you like this… you look like a neglected old woman.”
Mariana Torres stood still in the kitchen, a wooden spoon remaining in her hand.
She was forty-eight. She had spent almost the entire morning preparing a dinner her husband, Alejandro, had changed three times: first traditional stew, then roast beef, and finally something “more elegant” to impress Sergio Mendoza, the regional director at his company.
