Lale narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to him, her voice lowering. “I’m not stupid,” she said, her tone sharp. “And it will be in your best interest to make sure that child isn’t yours. Because if it is, Santiago...” She paused, letting the words hang before continuing. “This marriage is over.”
The room seemed to grow colder as Santiago’s eyes darkened. He straightened, his imposing frame towering over her as his tone dropped to a dangerous level. “Are you threatening me?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with menace.
Lale held Santiago’s intense gaze for a moment longer, then a smile crept onto her lips. Her sharpness softened into something calculated but deceptively warm as she stood up and walked toward him. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor, breaking the heavy silenc
