I smirked at my mother’s words. She was right about men like Rafael not forgiving betrayal. But what she didn't understand was that I wasn't planning to betray him.
I was planning to destroy him.
After we finished eating, Rafael excused himself to take another phone call. I could hear his voice drifting from Papa's study, giving orders to someone about shipments.
Mama and I moved to the living room and sat on the couch together. She held my hands in hers, studying my face like she was trying to memorize every detail.
"I miss you so much," she said quietly. "The house feels so empty without you and your father."
I squeezed her hands, noticing how thin they'd gotten. "Have you been eating properly?"
"Some days are harder than others." She tried to smile, but I could see the sadness beh
