Chapter 2: What Rosa Knew
Part 2 ⬇️
Inside the villa, I sat Isabella at the kitchen table and called our housekeeper, Rosa.
Rosa had worked for me for eleven years.
She arrived in under two minutes.
One look at Isabella's hands and her eyes filled with tears.
"How long?" I asked quietly.
Rosa didn't answer immediately.
She looked toward the hallway.
"Rosa.
How long has this been happening?"
She swallowed hard.
"Since the second week after you left for Dubai, sir."
Three months.
Isabella had been living like this for three months.
I asked Rosa to take Isabella upstairs, run a warm bath, and treat her hands.
Then I walked to my office and closed the door.
Beatriz knocked twice before entering.
"You're overreacting," she said.
"She's a child.
Children need structure."
"Blistered hands are not structure."
"You spoil her." Her voice sharpened.
"She needs to learn that the world doesn't hand you everything."
I opened my desk drawer and placed my phone on the surface between us.
"I heard everything you said on the terrace."
Her face went still.
"Every word, Beatriz."
She stared at the phone.
Then at me.
"That's not—"
"I also spoke to my lawyer this morning from the car."
Something shifted behind her eyes.
Not guilt.
Calculation.
Then she said something I was not prepared for.
"You should ask Rosa whose idea it really was."
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What did Beatriz mean by that?
And what has Rosa been hiding all this time?
The full truth is darker than anyone expected.
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