The first dinner was an interminable silence. Mariana barely looked up from her phone. Diego talked about contracts, clients, trips, but every time his wife glanced at him, he fell silent.

There was something strange. Something dark.

Doña Elena began to feel a knot in her stomach.

This wasn’t the Diego she had raised.

After dinner, while Diego was on an “emergency” video call, Mariana approached unexpectedly. She walked with soft, measured steps, like a panther in a luxurious ballroom. She stopped right in front of Doña Elena.

Her face, illuminated by the warm lights of the dining room, was beautiful.

But her voice…

Her voice was like sharp ice.