The money.
The future he thought he was building.
All of it…
Built on a lie.
He let out a hollow laugh.
“My family… my mother… they’ve been celebrating—”
“They don’t have to know,” Allison said quickly, grabbing his arm. “We can fix this—”
He yanked his arm away like she had burned him.
“Fix this?” he repeated.
Then louder—
“FIX THIS?”
The door outside creaked open slightly as voices murmured in the hallway.
His family was still there.
Waiting.
Smiling.
Believing.
Diego looked back at the ultrasound screen.
At the child he had already claimed.
Already named.
Already chosen over his own children.
And for the first time that day—
He felt something close to panic.
Real panic.
Because everything he had destroyed his life for…
Was never his to begin with.
Miles away, in the backseat of a quiet car heading toward the airport, I felt my phone vibrate.
A single message from Javier.
I didn’t need to open it.
I already knew.
But I did anyway.
“Confirmed. Not his child. The whole family is imploding.”
I stared at the screen for a long moment.
Then slowly…
I locked my phone.
My daughter shifted slightly against me, still asleep.
My son squeezed my hand again.
“Mom… are we really leaving?” he asked softly.
I kissed the top of his head.
“Yes, baby.”
“For good?”
I looked out the window as the city faded behind us.
At the life I was leaving.
At the man who had chosen to erase us.
At the family who had called my children nothing.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
And this time…
I meant it.
Behind us, Diego Rivera was losing everything.
His illusion.
His pride.
His “heir.”
And soon…
His name.
Because the real collapse?
It hadn’t even started yet.
