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

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“Let’s stop pretending, Isabel,” Héctor said flatly, not even meeting her eyes.
“A business empire needs a legitimate successor.”

He slid a stack of papers across the table.

Isabel recognized them instantly.
A revised inheritance plan.

Two names were slashed through in red.

Sofía.
Elena.
Their daughters.

“They’re girls,” Héctor continued casually, lifting his wine. “They grow up. They leave. They don’t secure a future.”

He leaned down and pressed a slow, reverent kiss to Claudia’s stomach.

“The future is right here.”

A few guests shifted uncomfortably. Others stared into their glasses, choosing silence.

“Finally,” Héctor said with pride, “a son. A true heir.”

Claudia smiled, triumphant.

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