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.
âThis was recovered from a storage unit connected to Adrian Vale.â
I looked at him.
âWhatâs inside?â
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.
âWho gave him this?â
The officer looked at Beatriz.
âShe did.â
The room went silent.
I turned slowly.
âBeatriz.â
She said nothing.
For the first time, she couldnât create an excuse.
She couldnât smile.
She couldnât pretend.
Because the truth was sitting right in front of everyone.
The officer continued.
âWe also found communications between Mrs. Alvarez and Mr. Vale.â
Daniel stepped closer.
âWhat kind of communications?â
The officer hesitated.
âPlanning documents.â
My eyes narrowed.
âPlanning what?â
The officer looked at me.
âTaking control of your company.â
I already knew.
But hearing it confirmed was different.
Because it meant every moment I trusted herâŠ
She was preparing to destroy me.
Then the officer placed another file down.
âThis one is different.â
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.
âThey were preparing to say I wasnât capable of managing my own life.â
The officer nodded.
âThat appears to be the case.â
I looked at Beatriz.
âWhy?â
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then something changed.
The perfect wife disappeared.
The perfect mother disappeared.
Only anger remained.
âBecause you never saw me.â
Her voice was quiet.
âYou had your company. Your projects. Your reputation.â
I stared at her.
âSo you destroyed our family because you felt ignored?â
Her eyes hardened.
âI built that family too.â
âNo.â
My voice became colder.
âYou used it.â
She looked away.
The officer stepped forward.
âMrs. Alvarez, you need to answer some questions.â
But before they could take her, Isabella spoke.
âDad.â
I turned.
âYes?â
She was holding something.
A small notebook.
âI found this before.â
My heart sank.
âWhat is it?â
âI didnât know if I should show you.â
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.
âIâm sorry.â
She looked confused.
âFor what?â
âFor not seeing it sooner.â
Her eyes filled with tears.
âYou came back.â
That sentence destroyed me.
Because to herâŠ
I wasnât late.
I was there.
And that was all that mattered.
But as we prepared to leave, my phone rang.
Marcus.
His voice was urgent.
âSir.â
âWhat happened?â
âThereâs one more thing.â
I looked toward him.
âWhat?â
A pause.
Then:
âAdrian wasnât working alone.â
My heart stopped.
âWho else?â
May you like
Marcus answered:
âSomeone inside your company.â