Santiago stared at the paper, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he picked it up. His fingers folded over the note, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. Inside, his emotions churned. Another man? The thought was a knife to his pride, his anger simmering beneath the surface. How could she have moved on so easily?
He slid the paper into his jacket pocket, his movements slow and deliberate. His gaze flicked back to her, the intensity in his eyes sharp enough to cut through steel. “I can’t promise that,” he said evenly, his tone low. “If he knocked you up, he might deserve it.”
Esmeralda’s eyes flashed with anger, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Don’t, Santiago,” she warned. “Whatever you’re thinking, let it go. This isn’t about you or your ego.”
He smirked faintly, thoug
