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“Let’s stop pretending, Isabel,” Héctor said flatly, not even meeting her eyes.
“A business empire needs a legitimate successor.”
He slid a stack of papers across the table.
Isabel recognized them instantly.
A revised inheritance plan.
Two names were slashed through in red.
Sofía.
Elena.
Their daughters.
“They’re girls,” Héctor continued casually, lifting his wine. “They grow up. They leave. They don’t secure a future.”
He leaned down and pressed a slow, reverent kiss to Claudia’s stomach.
“The future is right here.”
A few guests shifted uncomfortably. Others stared into their glasses, choosing silence.
“Finally,” Héctor said with pride, “a son. A true heir.”
Claudia smiled, triumphant.
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