On a dark and desolate road, the screams of a man mingled with the dry sound of blows. Three guards were beating him mercilessly.

—“Do you even know whose wife you were kissing at that nightclub?”—one of the guards asked with a mocking grin.

—“I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I love her deeply,”—the man replied between gasps, his voice reduced to a whisper.

The guard let out a cruel laugh before landing another precise punch.

—“Well, you should care, because the woman you were kissing is Alexander Líbano’s wife.”

Erick paled at hearing that name. In an instant, he understood the magnitude of his mistake. A chill ran down his spine as the man seated in the back of a luxurious BMW lowered the window. With a simple snap of his fingers, the guards stopped immediately.

—“I don’t ever want to see you near my wife again,”—Alexander said coldly.—“This offense will have consequences. By tomorrow, I’ll make sure your company no longer exists.”

His voice was like an icy dagger,