Hector snapped out of his groggy haze, suddenly wide awake.
He switched on the bedside lamp, rubbed his face, and sat up. The heavy curtains kept out any hint of daylight.
“You’re not kidding, right?” he asked.
Mr. Padilla’s voice was calm, not even looking up as he finished wrapping a bandage around his hand. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
Hector frowned, still half lost. “I thought you said you wouldn’t get involved in your wife’s revenge plans?”
“Did I?” Oliver shot back, his tone smooth.
In the dimly lit study, surrounded by shadows, Oliver looked every bit like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The realization hit Hector and he let out a quiet curse. “So it was me who did it, wasn’t it?”
Oliver just shrugged. “Glad you figured it out.”
He gave the bandage a sharp tug, tearing the end, then tied a knot with practiced ease.
“Unbelievable. You want it done but don’t want to get your hands dirty, so you let me take the fall. If your wife finds out and comes after me, are you really going to have my back?”
“Of course,” Oliver replied, not missing a beat.
“That’s all I need to hear.” Hector threw off the covers and got out of bed.
He had no idea how ruthlessly Oliver would throw him under the bus in the years to come.
Reassured?
Not even close.
Oliver finished up and headed back to the bedroom. He slipped under the covers and pulled Patricia into his arms, holding her close as she slept.
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“What time is it?” Nina’s voice was scratchy as she blinked awake to the sound of her alarm in the apartment.
She hugged her blanket, watching the man at the end of the bed button up his shirt.
Theo glanced at his phone, barely slowing as he dressed. “Seven. Still early. Go back to sleep if you want.”

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