Chapter 55

The atmosphere in the luxurious penthouse apartment where Estela was staying was one of pure frustration. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a glass of wine slowly swirling in her hand, she stared at the images taken by one of the city’s best paparazzi. Each photo showed the Avelar couple in perfect moments: walking hand in hand, laughing at a restaurant, gazing at each other with tenderness.

She moved on to the videos sent by the hacker who had discreetly invaded Augusto’s laptop and