He stroked his pregnant mistress’s belly and declared he’d finally secured an heir… but a single letter dismantled his entire empire

My husband gently traced the curve of his lover’s pregnant stomach and smiled with satisfaction.
“At last,” he said, “my legacy will continue.”
What he didn’t know was that one envelope would erase everything he believed he owned.

Le Marceau had always symbolized dominance and refinement.
Soft golden lighting. Crystal glasses catching every flicker of movement. A piano murmuring smooth jazz, as if the world outside had no power to intrude.

For Isabel Cortés, that evening felt like being executed in public—slowly, deliberately.

Across from her stood Héctor Valdés.
Eleven years her husband. Perfectly tailored suit. Calm expression. No remorse.

At his side stood Claudia.
Seven months pregnant. Wrapped in a tight emerald dress. One possessive hand resting on her belly, displaying it like a victory won.

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