Epilogue
Sometimes, when the rain fell and the city glistened at night, Pablo would slip the old driver’s cap back onto his head. Not to spy anymore, but to remind himself.
That beneath wealth, beneath appearances, there are truths too precious to ignore.
He had set out to expose his wife’s betrayal. Instead, he uncovered her quiet heroism—and his own awakening.
And nothing, indeed, would ever be the same.
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