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Chapter 10 - THE TRUTH HIDDEN BEFORE DUBAI

I had spent my entire life believing I could see danger coming.

Business taught me that.

When someone wanted something from you, there were always signs.

A strange phone call.

A missing document.

A sudden change in behavior.

But I never expected the greatest threat to come from the person standing beside me.

The police officer placed a folder on the table.

“This was recovered from a storage unit connected to Adrian Vale.”

I looked at him.

“What’s inside?”

He opened the folder.

The first document was a copy of my travel schedule.

My flights.

My meetings.

My hotel information.

Everything.

My stomach tightened.

“Who gave him this?”

The officer looked at Beatriz.

“She did.”

The room went silent.

I turned slowly.

“Beatriz.”

She said nothing.

For the first time, she couldn’t create an excuse.

She couldn’t smile.

She couldn’t pretend.

Because the truth was sitting right in front of everyone.

The officer continued.

“We also found communications between Mrs. Alvarez and Mr. Vale.”

Daniel stepped closer.

“What kind of communications?”

The officer hesitated.

“Planning documents.”

My eyes narrowed.

“Planning what?”

The officer looked at me.

“Taking control of your company.”

I already knew.

But hearing it confirmed was different.

Because it meant every moment I trusted her


She was preparing to destroy me.

Then the officer placed another file down.

“This one is different.”

I opened it.

And everything inside me went cold.

It was about me.

Not my company.

Not my money.

Me.

A medical report.

A fake one.

A document claiming I was mentally unstable.

The date was two weeks before I returned from Dubai.

My hands tightened.

“They were preparing to say I wasn’t capable of managing my own life.”

The officer nodded.

“That appears to be the case.”

I looked at Beatriz.

“Why?”

For a moment, she said nothing.

Then something changed.

The perfect wife disappeared.

The perfect mother disappeared.

Only anger remained.

“Because you never saw me.”

Her voice was quiet.

“You had your company. Your projects. Your reputation.”

I stared at her.

“So you destroyed our family because you felt ignored?”

Her eyes hardened.

“I built that family too.”

“No.”

My voice became colder.

“You used it.”

She looked away.

The officer stepped forward.

“Mrs. Alvarez, you need to answer some questions.”

But before they could take her, Isabella spoke.

“Dad.”

I turned.

“Yes?”

She was holding something.

A small notebook.

“I found this before.”

My heart sank.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t know if I should show you.”

I opened it.

Inside were dates.

Notes.

Things Isabella had written.

The days Beatriz punished her.

The things she was told.

The things she was forced to do.

My daughter had been documenting her own pain because she was afraid nobody would believe her.

I closed the notebook.

And I held her.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked confused.

“For what?”

“For not seeing it sooner.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“You came back.”

That sentence destroyed me.

Because to her


I wasn’t late.

I was there.

And that was all that mattered.

But as we prepared to leave, my phone rang.

Marcus.

His voice was urgent.

“Sir.”

“What happened?”

“There’s one more thing.”

I looked toward him.

“What?”

A pause.

Then:

“Adrian wasn’t working alone.”

My heart stopped.

“Who else?”

May you like

Marcus answered:

“Someone inside your company.”

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