CHAPTER 2: The First Crack
By sunrise, the machine had already started moving.
Alexander wasn’t just wealthy.
He was connected.
Within hours, private investigators were pulling hotel security footage. Legal teams were drafting emergency filings. Medical specialists documented every bruise on Sofia’s body with cold, clinical precision.
And then came the call.
Javier.
He didn’t sound panicked.
He sounded annoyed.
“Look, Sofia overreacted,” he said. “My mom just wanted to talk. Things got emotional.”
I felt sick listening to him.
Alexander didn’t.
He put the call on speaker and let Javier keep talking.
“She’s part of our family now. There are expectations—”
Alexander cut him off.
“No,” he said quietly. “There were expectations.”
Silence.
Then Javier laughed, like he didn’t understand the shift.
Big mistake.
“You had one job last night,” Alexander continued. “Protect your wife.”
Another pause.
“You failed.”
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The line went dead.
And just like that—the first crack formed.
