PART 2
Three years earlier, Adrian had only married me because it was his grandmother Doña Elena’s final wish. I had cared for her through her last months, and after her funeral, Adrian told me we would live separate lives. He stayed in the main house. I stayed in the guest wing. For three years, we barely functioned as husband and wife.
When my lawyer sent Adrian the divorce papers, he tore them up — twice. So I brought the third copy to Villareal Prime Holdings myself. His assistant said Adrian was in a board meeting.
“Good,” I replied. “Then everyone can hear it together.”
In front of the board, I placed the divorce papers on the table and connected a USB drive to the laptop. The screen showed CCTV footage of Bianca at a hotel on Valentine’s Day — not with Adrian, but with his half-brother, Rafael. Adrian’s face drained of color. Then Rafael walked into the room, saw the screen, and stopped cold.
I revealed the real reason the board needed to know. Doña Elena had placed twelve percent of Villareal Prime Holdings shares into a family trust, designated for Adrian’s first legitimate child. Until that child existed, voting rights remained with the trustee — me. If Adrian registered Bianca’s baby as his son, someone could use that child as leverage to control those shares.
