Chapter 80

• Olivia Fernandes
• The silence that settled over the living room after Dante opened the door was so heavy it felt capable of crushing any word before it could even be spoken. And then she was there. Beatriz. The woman who had once been the center of Dante’s life and who, in some way, still carried an imposing presence over everything he did.
• I watched everything like a spectator, my blood freezing in my veins. Beatriz seemed out of place, but there was something in her eyes that suggested she wasn’t there by accident. She stepped into the room without waiting for an invitation, and Dante took a step back, as if bracing himself for an impact he knew was inevitable.