Bella
The air in the glass-walled conference room felt thin, as if Diego’s presence alone was consuming all the oxygen.
We were gathered for the mediation—the final attempt at an out-of-court settlement before this turned into a public bloodbath.
I sat on one side of the long mahogany table, flanked by Marcus and Miro. Diego sat opposite us, looking disheveled, his tie loosened and his eyes bloodshot. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, but his expression remained as arrogant as ever.
“This is a joke,” Diego spat, throwing the settlement proposal across the table. It slid to a stop just inches from Miro’s hand. “You want full custody? You want me to sign away my rights to Lucia and pay this kind of alimony? I’m the one who built the life you’ve been leeching off of for five
