Annoyed—but confident.

“She’ll regret this,” he muttered. “She has nowhere to go.”

Behind him, his mother laughed dryly.

“Leave her. She’ll be back tomorrow—begging.”

But that night…

She didn’t come back.

The next morning, Álvaro woke up late.

No Camila.

No breakfast.

No coffee.

No quiet presence that had kept his life running without him noticing.

He frowned.

“Useless…” he muttered.

He checked his phone.

Nothing.

He smirked.

“It’ll pass.”

At 10 a.m., his assistant called.

“Mr. Álvaro… there’s an urgent meeting.”

“Who called it?”

“Mr. Diego Serrano.”

Álvaro frowned.

“What does he want?”

“He said… you’ll want to hear it.”

When he arrived at the office, something felt wrong.

The silence.

The stares.

No one greeted him.