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

“I gave you what you needed,” she whispered. “A legacy worthy of your name.”

Something inside Isabel cracked—but she didn’t show it.

She didn’t cry.
She didn’t plead.
She didn’t raise her voice.

She signed the papers calmly.

Héctor blinked. “That was easy. I knew you’d be reasonable.”

Isabel looked up slowly.

“I signed,” she said, “because you deserve exactly what happens next.”

She reached into her handbag and placed a sealed manila envelope on the table. A private medical laboratory’s logo was stamped across the front.

She set it directly over the name of the unborn child.

“You’re obsessed with bloodlines,” she said quietly. “Before you celebrate… read this.”

Héctor’s jaw tightened.

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