Chapter 10: The Cold Horizon
The executive suite finally returned to a chilling, dead quiet, save for the sound of Fernando’s ragged, exhausted breathing against the wall.
The wife remained standing in the exact center of the room. Her ivory tailored dress was immaculate, her gold jewelry resting perfectly against her collarbone. The infant in her arms had stopped crying, lulled back into safety by the firm, steady embrace of its mother.
She didn't look at the guards. She didn't look at the scattered papers on the floor.
She maintained steady, cold eye contact directly with Fernando’s twitching, defeated face. There was no triumph in her expression, no anger, and no regret. There was only the immense, frozen landscape of a woman who had successfully executed a long-awaited retribution.
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The lawyer calmly walked over, picked up the black folder from the desk, and closed it with a soft click. He offered her a respectful, quiet nod before heading toward the exit.
The wife took one deep, clean breath of the filtered office air, her eyes never leaving her husband's face. She adjusted the white cotton romper around her child, turned slowly on her heels, and walked out of the room, leaving Fernando Santillán alone in the ruins of the empire he had built on smoke.
