Miro
I had been waiting for this phone call for months.
Long before I stepped back into Bella’s life at the hospital, long before I saw her standing outside that restaurant with a breaking heart and a sick child, I had been watching.
Not out of malice or out of some twisted obsession, but out of a deep-seated, protective instinct that told me Diego was a man built on sand.
When her voice came through the line, vibrating with a cold, sharp clarity I hadn’t heard before, I felt a weight lift off my own shoulders.
“I want this divorce finalized. Today.”
When I hung up the phone, I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office.
Below, the city buzzed with people who thought they were in control of their lives, much like Diego thought he was in control of his. He thought he co
