“Ask him why you were about to file for divorce.”
The words hang in the storm like lightning frozen in the air.
For a moment, I forget the guards. The bombs. The rooftop. Everything.
Because my father’s voice just cracked something open inside my mind.
Divorce.
I turn slowly toward Adrian. His expression is completely still. Too still.
“Is that true?” I ask. Rain runs down my face, mixing with the heat building behind my eyes.
“Were we getting divorced?”
“Alessa—”
“Yes or no.”
The silence stretches. Behind us, the security team surrounds Eduardo Valez, but no one moves to arrest him yet. Everyone is watching. Waiting. Because whatever answer Adrian gives right now—it matters.
Finally, he exhales. “Yes.”
The word hits harder than I expected. A hollow feeling spreads through my c
