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Fear.
“Was that necessary?” he asks.
“No,” you say softly. “But it was honest.”
The next hour is brutal.
Rodrigo refuses forensic accounting.
David insists.
Fabian argues that Rodrigo’s business holdings are complex and largely separate property.
David produces records showing marital funds used to support some of Rodrigo’s investment vehicles.
Rodrigo says you never cared about the business.
You say nothing.
Because you did care.
You cared when he came home exhausted.
You cared when he worried about payroll.
You cared when he stayed up all night before acquisitions.
You cared so much that you stopped noticing when partnership turned into your unpaid emotional labor.
Then David opens the second folder.
“Additionally,” he says, “we need to discuss the Castellan Family Trust.”
Fabian freezes.
Rodrigo’s hand tightens around his pen.
You notice both.
David continues.
“It appears the trust was amended six months ago to exclude any unborn children unless acknowledged in writing by Mr. Castellan before birth.”
Your blood chills.
You had known about the amendment.
You had not known the timing until two days before labor.
Six months ago.
After Rodrigo knew you were pregnant?
No.
Before he knew officially.
But perhaps not before he suspected.
Rodrigo looks at you.
“I can explain.”
You turn to him slowly.
“Please do.”
He exhales.
“My father’s advisors updated estate provisions across the board. It wasn’t about you.”
“You expect me to believe your family accidentally amended the trust to exclude my child while you were sleeping with a communications executive who believed I was lying about being pregnant?”
Fabian says, “Ms. Herrera—”
You look at him.
“Careful.”
The word comes out so cold that Fabian stops.
Rodrigo rubs a hand over his face.
For the first time, he looks tired.
Not billionaire tired.
Human tired.
“Camila, I didn’t know what to do.”
Something in you goes still.
That is not an apology.
It is the opening of a confession.
“You didn’t know what to do about what?”