PART 1
“You can’t go in, ma’am. Engineer Salazar’s wife is already upstairs with him.”
Claudia Mendoza froze at the reception desk of Salazar Transportes, holding cream bread and her military duffel. After six months near the southern border, she had driven to Mexico City to surprise her husband, Eduardo.
The receptionist checked Claudia’s ID and went pale.
“But I am Mrs. Salazar,” Claudia said.
The private elevator opened. A young woman in an ivory dress stepped out, one hand on her small baby bump. Employees greeted her naturally.
“Good morning, Mrs. Salazar.”
The woman looked Claudia over, smiled, and passed her like she was invisible. Then Claudia saw the pearl earrings on her ears. They had belonged to Claudia’s late mother.
For twenty-eight years, Claudia had believed her marriage was difficult but loyal. Eduardo ran the company they had built together while she served in the military. They had missed birthdays and anniversaries, but she thought he was waiting.
Outside, her phone buzzed.
My love, the house feels d3ad without you. I can’t wait until you’re back.
Eduardo thought she was still in Chiapas.
Claudia searched the company page and found the woman: Fernanda Larios. Photo after photo showed Fernanda beside Eduardo. Captions called her his wife. In another picture, she sat in Claudia’s living room. In another, she wore Claudia’s scarf.
Then Claudia found a photo of Eduardo, his family, and pregnant Fernanda in front of a private jet. The caption announced a Miami trip to celebrate the baby.
A message from Doña Teresa arrived.
Do not make a scene. Eduardo needed a woman who was present. You chose your orders. He chose happiness.
That was when Claudia understood. She had not been betrayed in secret. She had been replaced in public.
