“Would you pretend to be my wife for 50,000 pesos?” the CEO said. The waitress’s response left him speechless.

I would pretend to be my wife for 50,000 pesos, said the billionaire whom no one endured because of his arrogance. Her unexpected response left him completely speechless. Comment your city below and subscribe to join our global community. Enjoy the story. The rain hit hard against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Tower Calderón, while Marcos Calderón stared at the contract that would seal the biggest deal of his career.

32 years old, general director of Calderóntech, a fortune of more than 60,000 million pesos and completely alone. His reflection in the glass showed a man who had everything except what it really mattered. Mr. Calderón, your car is waiting,” announced his assistant Jenny from the door. Marcos took his Armani jacket without looking up. The charity gala in the angel of independence would be full of potential investors.

 but more importantly, his meddling mom I would be there with another perfect candidate for him. After his engagement to Vicky will end in a spectacular betrayal 6 months ago, Isabel Calderón had proposed to see him married at all costs. The problem was simple. I needed one fake wife That night, 20 minutes later, Marcos entered Brunos Tratoria, a restaurant elegant Italian three blocks from your office in Polanco.

I had stopped by for coffee before the gala when he saw her. She was behind from the counter with her hair up in a simple bun, wearing an apron red on his black uniform. There was something in the way he moved, efficient, yet elegant that caught the eye’s attention. “Just a black coffee,” said the dry one without bothering to say hello.

The woman looked up and Marco found looking into the blue eyes more impressive that he had seen in his life. For a moment, something crossed his face, perhaps recognition, before covering it with a courtesy professional. Sure, sir, would you like anything else?” His voice was soft, but it had a tone of strength below.

Marcos noticed her delicate hands, but firm while I poured him the coffee. Without a ring, he made a decision that it would change everything. Actually, yes. I have a proposal for you. She left the coffee carefully, raising an eyebrow. I listen to her. I need someone to accompany me to an event tonight.

 Let him pretend to be my wife for a few hours. I will pay you 50,000 pesos. The dealer seemed to hold his breath. Other customers turned around. Curious. The woman’s expression remained neutral, but Marcos saw how he pressed stronger the coffee maker. Do you want me to pretend to be his wife for money? Her tone was calm, but he detected something sharp underneath.

It’s a business arrangement. A few hours, light talk and he leaves with easy money. It would surely come in handy. As for the words that came out of his mouth, Marcos He knew he had miscalculated. Her blue eyes turned ice and left the coffee maker precisely deliberate. I’m sure it would be good for me,” he repeated with his dangerously low voice.

 “Let me clarify it. You come in here, I don’t even He asks my name and assumes why. I’m pouring coffee I’m so desperate to let me buy for one night.” Marcos opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t done. “Here is a proposal for you, Mr. Calderon.” Marcos Calderon. Something crossed his face again. Mr.

 Calderón, why don’t you take your 50,000 pesos? Your assumptions about people who don’t know anything and their coffee and he leaves I am not for sale. The rejection It hit him like a punch. The women did not say no to Marcos Calderon. Never. Before I could answer, a older woman came out of the kitchen seriously the manager. Sara, everything is fine.

 Sarah, that’s what it was called. Marcos saw how Sara’s expression changed. he softened when speaking to the older lady. All good, Mrs. Ramírez. This man was already leaving. Mrs. Ramirez He looked at them both, feeling the tension. Marco took out his wallet, took out a 500 peso bill for 80 peso coffee said, “Keep the change with the wounded pride.

” As he turned to leave, he heard Sara’s voice behind. “We don’t need your charity either, sir Calderon.” But Marcos did not take the money back. Instead, he stopped at the door. I’m sorry, I was presumptuous, but the offer still stands and changes opinion. I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time. No Get upset, Sara yelled at him. But he was already gone.

 while going up to his Mercedes, Marcos couldn’t get out from the head those blue eyes challenging. In all his life of privilege and power, no one had ever looked at him with that mixture of contempt and dignity. Most saw his wealth first. Sara had seen something completely different and he didn’t like it. His phone vibrated with a message from his mom. Don’t be late tonight.

 There are someone I want you to meet. Marcos growled. Without a shield, the night would be unbearableBut more than that, he found genuinely curious about the mysterious Sara, who had rejected money easy with so much fierce pride. Who rejects 50,000 pesos? Who was she really? Back in the shop, the hands of Sara was shaking a little while cleaning the counter.

Mrs. Ramírez approached with concern on his weathered face. Daughter, what was all that? Sara forced a smile. Just another rich guy who thinks he has everything price. But it wasn’t entirely true. He had recognized Marcos Calderón in how much he entered. 3 years ago. Before her world would collapse, she was on her way to become a partner in Morales y Asociados, one of the largest law firms prestigious in Mexico City.

I had investigated Calderontech for a possible case of merger. He knew exactly who it was. what he I didn’t know who she had been. Sarah Mendoza had graduated with the best grades from the Faculty of UNAM Law. I had it all. Race, promised, future. So, her fiancé and partner in office, Diego Chávez, had done what unthinkable.

He stole his research, sabotaged his cases and accused her of violations ethics. By the time she had cleaned her name, his reputation was already destroyed. Their savings depleted by legal fees and Diego had married to the daughter of the main partner. I had left that world behind, accepting jobs that did not ask for a background, nor references, no questions.

For two years he had worked in Bruno Tratoría, rebuilding bit by bit. I had learned that the true value It had nothing to do with titles or bank accounts. And now Marcos Calderón, the incarnation of everything he had left behind, there was entered as if nothing had happened, offering buy him his dignity for a few hours.

Are you okay, Sara? asked Toño, the young cook from line, which had become like a little brother for her. I’m fine, Toño. Just another day in paradise, he replied she, forcing a smile. But as he finished his shift serving, Sara couldn’t stop thinking on Marcos’ face when he rejected him. I had been genuinely shocked, almost vulnerable by a fraction of second before it came back on the mask.

Despite herself, she wondered what would have taken a billionaire to make such a desperate proposal to a stranger. Not that it mattered. I had meant it, I was not in sale. However, as he closed the I would try that night and walk under the rain to his small apartment in Iztapalapa, Sara couldn’t take off her feeling that your life was about to change again.

 What I didn’t know was that Marcos Calderón was not a man who would yield easily and almost always I got what I wanted. The next morning, Sara arrived at Bruno Trattoria at 5:30 for the shift for breakfast, with my mind still repeating yesterday’s meeting. Just had slept, tossing and turning tight apartment, upset with yourself herself for letting Marcos Calderón It will take up so much space in your head.

“You’re early, even for yourself,” commented Mrs. Ramírez, already preparing its famous homemade tomato sauce. The older woman, of Italian origin, had become Sara’s anchor these two years. I didn’t ask about his past, but offered infinite support in the present. “I couldn’t sleep,” Sara admitted, tying herself the apron thinking about that handsome man from yesterday Mrs.

 Ramírez’s eyes They shone mischievously. Handsome and completely arrogant”, Sara corrected, but she felt it rising heat to the cheeks. The morning rus passed in a whirlwind of coffee orders and special breakfasts. Sara had just served a client usual when the bell rang door. He didn’t need to look up to know who had entered I could feel his presence like a change in air pressure.

Marcos Calderón was at the entrance and This time he didn’t come alone. a woman sophisticated about 60 years old It came with a designer bag and pearls. that screamed old money. Her mother, Sara assumed. Table for two, he said Marcos, his dark eyes meeting them from Sara immediately. Sara took two menus with efficiency professional.

This way, please. took them to a table in the hyper-aware corner of the Marcos’ gaze following her. As she left the menus, the mother spoke. Marcos tells me that the coffee here is exceptional, although I suspect it is not the only reason we are here. Isabel Calderón’s smile was accomplice Sara maintained her composure.

Our coffee is ground fresh every days. I give you a moment to decide. Actually, Marcos interrupted. Sarah, Could we talk privately for a moment? I’m working, Mr. Calderón. Please, just 5 minutes. Something in his tone made her hesitate. This time It wasn’t demanding, it was a plea. Mrs. Ramírez nodded from behindfrom the counter giving permission.

Reluctantly, Sara followed Marcos to a Quiet corner near the kitchen. Up close he noticed details that he had seen yesterday. had escaped, the slight circles under their eyes suggested that he had slept as poorly as her, the way her expensive suit didn’t completely hid the tension in his shoulders. “I came to apologize properly,” he began.

him. Yesterday I was rude, conceited and completely out of place. You were right to reject me. Sara crossed her arms waiting. But I hope you reconsider. Not for the money, although you still would pay, but because I am genuinely desperate He ran a hand through his hair, messing up your perfect hairstyle. My mom is convinced that I need get married After my last relationship ended so badly, he introduced me to all available women from high society of Mexico City.

Tonight’s gala is important for my company and I need to focus on business, not in avoiding attempts to matchmaker Despite herself, Sara felt a flash of sympathy. Why don’t you tell the truth to your mom? Because Isabel Calderón doesn’t accept no for response. He thinks I’m still devastated about Vicky.

 The truth is that I am relieved that That commitment is over. His jaw tightened. But explaining it would require telling what Vicky did. And my mom already has Enough stress with your foundation charity. Sara studied him carefully. This version of Marcos Calderón, vulnerable and honest, she was much more dangerous than the billionaire yesterday’s arrogant.

 What did Vicky do? Marcos held her gaze. I was unfaithful to my financial director while stealing company secrets to sell them to the competition. I found them in my office three days before the wedding. The raw pain in those words resonated with one’s own betrayal from Sara. She understood that devastation better than he could imagine.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. that,” he said quietly. “So, will you help me?” Hope illuminated his face. I didn’t say that. Sara looked askance at her mom, who watched them with interest shameless Mr. Calderón, you know nothing about me. It could be anyone. How do you know I won’t embarrass you? Call it instinct, he replied.

Yesterday you showed more class and dignity than most people I know. Furthermore, you speak intelligently, you move with confidence, You are educated, right? Sara’s defenses went up. immediate. What makes you say that? The way in which you build the sentences, you vocabulary, your posture. His eyes narrowed in thought.

You’re not just a waitress, are you, Sara? Her heart pounded. We all have a story, sir Calderon. Not all of them are relevant. You are right. So what do you say? Just one night help me get through this gala and I will pay you 100,000 pesos. Also, would you be doing a good job? real action in saving me from the my mom’s matchmakers? 100,000 pesos that would cover three months of rent and for would finally allow you to start saving new.

 But more than that, something in the Marcos’s honesty had cracked its resistance. What exactly would this entail? The Marco’s expression brightened. You arrive with me at 7. You stay 3 hours, you smile, you chat a little. We pretend that we are a happy marriage I present to you as Sara Calderón. We’ll say we had a ceremony tiny private Then you go home and we never have again to see each other Except I work here, where It seems like you’re coming for coffee now.

“I can look for another coffee shop,” he said. But his slight smile suggested that he did not That idea totally bothered me. Against all his instincts that screamed at him walked away, Sara heard herself say, “I will do it, but I have conditions. Name them. First, you never ask me about myself. past. Second, after tonight it’s over.

no complications. Third, I want half the money for advance. Marcos extended his hand. Deal done. When their hands met, Sara felt an electric current walk through it. From the look in Marcos’ eyes, he He also felt it. They both let go quickly. I’ll pick you up at 6. Where do you live? See you here,” Sara said firmly.

My crazy lady would give you her address. It’s okay and Sara, thank you really. While Marcos returned to his mother, Sara looked at the lady Ramirez. The older woman smiled knowingly. Sara had the clear feeling that I had just taken the best or the worst decision of his life. That afternoon, after finishing his shift, Sara stood in front of her closet and minute, feeling that panic invaded I hadn’t been to a gala in 3 years.

 Your there were ancient evening dresses sold long ago to pay lawyers. I only had one decent dress, a simple navy blue tube that was found in a thrift store hand. A knock on the door he startled. Through the peephole he saw a delivery girl withseveral large boxes. Delivery for Sara Mendoza. Confused, Sara opened it.

The woman handed him a card along with with the boxes. Inside Marcos’ bold handwriting said, “I figured you might need something.” appropriate. Consider it part of the arrangement. Return what you don’t like.” MC. Sara’s first impulse was reject everything but curiosity won. Inside the boxes were three dresses spectacular evenings, shoes and designer accessories I recognized from his previous life.

She tried on an emerald green one that hugged the curves perfectly and For a moment he saw a flash of the woman I used to be. The tears They stung the eyes. I had forgotten what it felt like to get dressed So, feeling beautiful instead of invisible. I was really ready to go back to that. world, even if it were just for one night, His phone vibrated with a message from a unknown number.

I just want you to feel comfortable this night. No pressure. See you at 6, Marcos. Sara looked at her reflection again. Maybe he did it for the money or maybe just maybe a part of her missed feel like you belong somewhere place. He replied, “See you at 6 and Marcos. Thank you.” While preparing for the night had ahead, Sara could not get rid of the feeling that that evening it would change everything.

 I just didn’t know if that change would heal her or break her new. What I didn’t know was that Marcos Calderón had spent the entire afternoon thinking about her too. For the first time in months I felt something more what numbness, something dangerous and unexpected, interest genuine. At exactly 6, Sara was waiting outside Brunos tratoria with the dress Emerald green, hair in waves soft falling on his shoulders.

She had put on her makeup carefully, surprising yourself by wanting to look beautiful. For myself, she told herself, not for Marcos Calderon. A sleek black Mercedes pulled up and Marco got out of the driver’s seat. For a moment they just looked at each other. He was wearing a tuxedo perfectly cut that highlighted her shoulders wide, dark hair combed with elegance, but it was the look in his eyes when he saw her which took Sara’s breath away.

“You look impressive,” he said in a loud voice. goes down, as if forgetting himself for a second. “You also look very “Okay,” Sara responded, trying to keep the tone light. Despite his racing heart, Marcos opened the passenger door and, As Sara climbed up she caught the aroma of her cologne, something expensive and subtle masculine.

The interior of the car was pure luxury. leather seats and technology in the board that cost more than its annual income. nervous, Marcos asked as they sat up to traffic. Should I be? Probably. My mom is incredibly perceptive and some of those who will be there may be. He paused, searching for the word. Judgmental, elitist, unbearable, Sara completed.

Marco let out a genuine laugh that transformed the face. All of the above. How did you know? Good luck, said Sara, remembering countless similar events from your past life. So what is our story? How did we meet? I thought we’d keep it simple and close to the truth. You worked at a place that I frequented We connected over coffee and I found out immediately that you were special.

His eyes drifted to her. That part is totally true. Sara’s pulse quickened. And why a secret wedding? We wanted something intimate. Just us. No press, no fuss. My mom is going to be disappointed not to have state, but will understand the gesture romantic They spent the rest of the trip rehearsing. details, married for three months living in his penthouse in Polanco.

Sara had asked for leave from work to adapt to married life. The lies flowed easily, each one wrapping them in a fiction shared that it felt increasingly dangerous. The square was illuminated like a tree Christmas when they arrived. The ballet dancers ran to open the doors and the camera flashes exploded while the photographers captured the guests who were arriving.

Sara felt anxiety rising up her spine. the throat, but Marcos’ hand found his. firm and reassuring. “Together,” he murmured, “just stay close.” me. They entered through the main door and Sara felt suddenly transported to his previous life. Crystal chandeliers, dresses designer, the buzz of wealth and the power.

 I had forgotten how intoxicating It could be that world and how toxic it is. Mark, dear. Isabel Calderón approached majestically with a silver dress, her eyes assessing to Sara immediately. And you must be the mysterious woman of this morning. Mom, I want to introduce you to my wife Sarah. Marco’s arm slipped around Sara’s waist, drawing her closer.

The gesture was just for show, but the heat of his touch was felt disturbingly real. The eyes ofIsabel opened up big. Your wife, Marcos, what are you talking about? We got married three months ago. I wanted to tell you, but Sara and I We decided to keep it private beginning. Marcos’ performance was impeccable.

 Your tone mixed apology with happiness. Three months. Isabel looked at them alternately with emotions fighting on his face. pain, surprise, but also something that seemed relief. I can’t believe they kept it from me. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Calderón,” Sara intervened, activating her legal training with a diplomacy soft.

Everything happened so quickly and we wanted to be sure before announcing it. Marcos also talks about you. I hope that can forgive us the secret. Isabel studied Sara intensely and For a terrifying moment, Sara thought that he had discovered her. Then the older woman’s face turned He softened into a genuine smile.

Well, you are certainly much kinder than the previous one. Welcome to the dear family. He hugged her warmly. We have so much to talk about, but First, Marcos, there are several members of the board who want to talk to you about the merger. While Isabel guided them to the living room dance, Sara felt the weight of hundreds of gazes turning towards them.

The murmurs spread through the crowd. Marcos Calderón, the most single coveted in Mexico City, is married. “I should have warned you about attention,” Marcos murmured apologetically. “Can I handle it?” Sara assured him and He realized that he meant it. Years of experience in courts They had been taught to project confidence, even though I was terrified inside.

The next hour was a whirlwind. Marcos introduced her to an endless procession of investors, members of the board and high society figures. She smiled, made small talk, and embodied the devoted wife with a naturalness that surprised even her herself. The most surprising thing was Well they moved together.

 his hand always found the lower part of his back. Her body was leaning instinctively towards his. “You are natural,” Marcos whispered to him in a brief moment alone. “Have you done it before?” Sara tensed a little. I have attended events like this. Seriously, when? I thought we agreed not to ask for my past Marcos seemed to want to insist, but a sharp voice cut the moment.

Wow, wow. Marcos Calderón, married. I never thought I would see that day. They both turned and saw him approaching. a stunning woman in a dress red. He was around Marcos’s age, hair dark and calculating eyes. Sartido as Marcos became tense around him side. “Vicky,” he said coldly. I didn’t know you would come.

Vicky, the ex-fiancée who had him betrayed Sara’s protective instincts they turned on Dad insisted that I come because he is at the meeting. Vicky’s eyes They looked at Sara with disdain. So this is the new lady Calderon. How picturesque. Vicky. This is my wife Sara. Sarah. This is Victoria Rochill, an old known.

The descent from fiancée to acquaintance is not went unnoticed by Vicky, whose smile turned poisonous. Known How cute. Tell me, Sara, how did you catch the bachelor most coveted in Mexico City? You don’t exactly seem like his usual type. Sara felt her fury rising, but He kept his voice steady. I didn’t catch anyone.

Marcos and I fell in love. It’s that simple. Love, how romantic. And what do you do, Sara? In addition to spending Marcos’ money. Sure. Before Sara could respond, Marcos took a step forward, his icy voice. Stop it, Vicky. Sara is worth 10 of you. If you’ll excuse us, my wife and I have better places to those to go.

 He lagged away, but not before that Sara caught the hatred burning in Vicky’s eyes. That woman is going to be a problem. I feel sorry for her, Marcos once said. that were outside the reach of the ear. She is bitter. I kept going. You didn’t move on. You hired a fake wife. The words came out sharper than what Sara intended. Marcos stopped and turned to her.

At first, yes, but Sara, the way how I feel when I’m with you, like you handled yourself tonight, how you stood up to Vicky, it’s no longer false for me. Aunt Sara’s heart is strong. Marcos, we have an arrangement. Don’t complicate it. What if I want to complicate it? His dark eyes held her with a intensity that weakened his knees.

And if I want to know everything about you, your past, your secrets Why would someone so extraordinary as you are serving coffee instead of dominating the world? You don’t know what you’re asking for, then tell me. For a moment, Sara He was about to confess, but before that I could talk about, a commotion burst nearby.

 a security guard I was taking someone out and looking more up close Sara’s blood ran cold. Diego Chávez, her ex-fiancé, there she is night. Their gazes crossedof the ballroom and Diego’s face lost all color. Recognition. Sok and something that seemed fear crossed his features before that security dragged him away. Sara, what’s wrong? The worried voice of Marcos seemed to come from very far away.

Everything was collapsing. Your carefully constructed new life, its anonymity, its protection from the past, everything was falling apart because there was accepted to pretend to be someone he was not for one night only. Or it was pretending to be someone I used to be. “I need some air,” he managed to say. Sara, already heading towards the terrace.

Marcos followed her, holding her hand. Talk to me. Who was that man? Sara looked at him. This complicated, arrogant and surprisingly kind that somehow way had breached their defenses in only two days. I had a choice. Flee now, protect your secrets or trust someone for the first time in 3 years. “That was my ex-fiancé,” he said.

end the man who destroyed my life. The Marcos’s expression hardened. Tell me everything. And against all his self-preservation instincts, Sara He started talking about the Faculty of UNAM Law, on its path towards be a partner in morals and associates, of Diego’s betrayal and the ethical violations that ruined his reputation.

The words came out in spurts, three years of pain and rage finally released. When he finished, Marco remained silent. a long moment. Then he said something that changed everything. I know Morales y Asociados. I know the main partner, Ricardo Morales. And if what you say is true, Sara Mendoza, you are not only extraordinary, you are brilliant and you’ve been wasted serving coffee when you should be exercising advocacy again.

It’s not that simple. It never is. But nothing about tonight been simple, right? He got closer and Sara could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Stay with me, not like my fake wife, like whatever this is being converting between us. Let me help you rebuild what you they removed.” Because? Why would you do that? Because in two days you have made me feel more alive than in years.

Because you challenge me, you intrigue me and I you drive crazy in the best possible way, because I believe that destiny brought us together and I’m not stupid enough to ignore it. The walls of Sara were collapsing The distance that so much had cared evaporated before his intensity, but fear still squeezed his heart.

I’m broken, Marcos. Damaged merchandise. The last thing you need is someone like me, complicating your life. So it’s good that I like them complications, especially those of blue eyes and sharp tongue. He cupped her face gently. Let me in, Sara. Take a chance on something real instead of sure.

 For the first time in 3 years, Sara he allowed himself to wait. He allowed himself to imagine trusting someone again. He allowed himself to recognize the attraction that had been fighting since Marcos entered the shop. This is crazy, he whispered Completely, he agreed. I still take the 100,000 pesos. I wouldn’t expect anything less. They both smiled and then their lips Marcos were on his side, soft and demanding at the same time.

The kiss was all Sara had forgotten that it existed, passion and tenderness, promise and danger. When they finally separated, both They were out of breath. Then, Marcos said quietly, Do you really want to stay married to me? this time? Before Sara could respond, a shout echoed from the ballroom. They ran back and found the chaos.

Vicky was in the center with the dress torn pointing directly at Sara. He attacked me. That woman. He attacked me. Sara froze while all the Looks in the room turned towards her. Marcos’s hand found his, protective and reassuring, but Sara could see the doubt in some faces, distrust, assumption that the disguised waitress had shown his true colors.

Everything I had built that night, the fragile hope, the new beginning, was about to shatter another time and this time I had much more than lose. The ballroom erupted into chaos. while Vicky clung to her dress torn with tears running down your face in a performance worthy of a oscar security guards They ran forward while the guests took out their phones to capture the scandal that developed before them.

“He’s lying,” Sara said firmly, activating your legal training despite the panic that threatened overwhelm her. I never touched her. Of course you deny it, Vicky said dramatically. She’s jealous because Marco used to be mine. You attacked me in the ladies room. Marco stood in front of Sara protectively. That’s absurd.

Sara has been with me all night. Not all night, the man intervened coldly. Vicky’s dad, the board member, Carlos Rochill. I saw your wife go alone to theterrace about 20 minutes ago. Plenty of time to follow my daughter. Sara’s mind raced to 1. She had gone to the terrace, but only after see Diego.

 And Marcos had followed her in seconds. But how to prove it without explaining why? what had run away in the first place? Review the security cameras, Marcos demanded. They will show that Sara never approached the ladies bathroom Excellent idea, Carlos accepted, but his smile was predatory. Although it intrigues me because a waitress is pretending to be Mrs.

 Calderón in first place. The words fell like a bomb. Gasps spread through the crowd. Isabel Calderón’s face lost everything color while looking alternately at his son and Sara. What are you talking about Mark? Isabel’s voice trembled. Vicky’s tears had stopped miraculously, replaced by a triumphant smile. Didn’t you know? Sara Mendoza works at Brunos Tratoria as a waitress I investigated her as soon as I saw her Marcos.

There is no marriage certificate, there is no advertisement, nothing. It’s a fraud. Sara felt the ground move beneath her. his feet. Everything was falling apart faster than could process. Marcos’s hand squeezed his, but She could feel him struggling with how respond. Is it true? Isabel asked with a broken voice.

Marcos, did you lie to me? Before Marcos could answer, A familiar voice cut the air between the crowd. In reality, there is much more to this story of what any of you knows. Diego Chávez made his way between the crowd and Sara’s stomach sank What was he doing? I am Diego Chávez, former partner of Morales and Associates.

Sara Mendoza is not just a waitress. 3 years ago I was one of the most bright from Mexico City, on the way to being a member before 30. crowd murmured in surprise. Vicky’s confident expression faltered. a little. Diego continued and Sara realized has growing horror of where this was going.

 He left the legal profession in unfortunate circumstances, ethical violations, information stolen clients, documents counterfeit. It was quite a scandal at the time. Liar son of Sara whispered recovering his voice. You are the one who committed those violations. You framed me. That’s what she alleged. But the evidence spoke for itself. Diego said softly.

I tell you this, Mr. Calderón, because deserves to know what kind of woman you are with you have involved. A discredited lawyer, disguised, probably trying to catch you in marriage for your money. the whole body Marco had stiffened at his side. Sara couldn’t bear to look at him. face. I didn’t want to see doubt or disgust there.

Get out,” Marcos said with his voice dangerously low. “Sorry”, Diego blinked. “I said get out Now before I take you out strength.” Marcos’ tone could have frozen hell. He turned to Vicky and her dad. “And you two? This farce ends here and now.” “Marcos, dear, I’m just trying to protect you.” Vicky pleaded. Protect me.

You orchestrated this entire scene. The torn dress, accusation, investigate Sara, even bring him here. Marco pointed to Diego. You’re pathetic, Vicky, and you’re done for. Carlos Rochi’s face turned red. You can’t talk to my daughter like that. I’m on your meeting, Calderón. I can make your life very difficult.

Do it. But know this, I have documentation of every unethical deal you’ve pushed, every bribe you’ve accepted, every regulation of the CNBV that you have evaded. Push me and I’ll bury you. The threat was left hanging in the air. The Carlos’s expression went from anger to calculation and finally withdrawal. This doesn’t end here.

Yes, it ends. Security, please remove the Rochil and Mr. Chávez. Permanently ban them from any Calderontech property or event. As security approached, Vicky He gave Sara a look of pure hatred. He’ll get tired of you eventually. They always do it with women like you. When they left, the room was left empty. silence.

All eyes were on Marcos and Sarah. Isabel approached slowly with the face mix of pain and confusion. Marcos, I need to understand what is passing. Mark took a deep breath. Mom, I owe everyone the truth. Sara and we are not married yet, but everything else Vicky said was lie. Sara didn’t attack anyone.

 It’s not a house fortunes. He is the most honorable person I have ever known in my life. You brought one fake wife to this event, someone shouted. What kind of game are you in? playing, Calderón? The type of game I was trying to play avoid the matchmakers and focus in business, Marcos replied. But something unexpected happened.

I fell in love with her. In two days, this woman has shown me more integrity, Courage and grace than what I’ve seen in all my life in this world. He turned to Sara with his eyes intense. What Diego said about you being brilliant It’s true, but what he didn’t mention isthat he was the one who betrayed you, framed and destroyed your career because you were better than him.

 Sara’s eyes filled with tears. Mark, you don’t have to do this. Yes I have, because I’m tired of lies, games and pretenses. He addressed the crowd again. Sara Mendoza graduated with the best Law School Grades from UNAM. I was on my way to being the partner youngest woman of Morales and Aoados until her fiancé and colleague sabotaged to steal his job and his position.

He has been rebuilding his life with dignity and strength. And if any of you have a problem with that or me choosing to be with She can go right now. The living room was frozen. Then, unexpectedly, Isabel gave a He stepped forward and took Sara’s hand. “I think I understand now,” he said. gently. “You weren’t trying to catch my son.

 You you were protecting me from going out again, hurt.” He looked at Marcos. And you, my stubborn boy, you finally found someone who challenges. Tears rolled down the cheeks of Sarah. Mrs. Calderón, I am so sorry for having deceived her. Call me Isabel and although I don’t love him deception, I recognize the feelings Genuine when I see them. He smiled.

You love him, right? Sara looked at Marcos, at this man complicated, exasperating and wonderful, who had just risked everything for defend her. Yes, God help me, I love him. Marcos the He brought her into his arms and kissed her in front of him. everyone. The room burst into applause, although Sara suspected that some were from relief because the drama was resolved in romance instead of scandal.

When they finally separated, Marco He whispered, “Stay with me tonight. Really stay, enough of running away. Stop hiding. Just us figuring this out. and you reputation. The board, Vicky’s father, still can cause problems. Let him try. I meant it. I’m tired of playing sure. His thumb wiped away her tears. Furthermore, my reputation has just become the CEO who publicly declared his love for his fake wife I can live with that.

 Sara river between tears You are completely crazy about yourself. Absolutely. That’s right. As the party slowly resumed little with the guests now looking at them with curiosity instead of judgment, Sara He allowed himself to relax in the embrace of Marcos. For the first time in three years there is no was hiding. Someone knew his truth and the elegy of anyway.

But as they danced later that night, Sara noticed Diego watching them from outside the windows with indecipherable expression. A chill ran down his spine. He had been too calm when the security took him out. too calculating. Men like Diego Chávez did not give up easily and I had the horrible feeling that the Public humiliation of that night alone It would fuel his desire for revenge.

What’s wrong? Marco asked, feeling how she tensed. Sara continued her glance and his jaw clenched. Diego is not done with us, then we will face it together. I’m not going to let anyone touch you again hurt, Sara. I promise you. Sara wanted to believe him, she wanted to trust him. that love could defeat ghosts from his past, but he had learned from the bad news that some demons don’t know They were buried.

And Diego Chávez had always been patient when he planned his attacks. When the night came to an end, Marcos He led her out of the plaza and to his Mercedes. The city lights were fading while driving through the city Mexico, both lost in their thoughts about what had just happened pass. “Will you take me home?” he asked.

Sarah. It depends. Do you want to go home or Would you rather come to mine, have a wine? and talk about everything we’ve been avoiding? Sara knew she should play it safe, go back to your small apartment, process everything that happened, hold something away, but when being had served him cautious To your house, but Marcos, we have to talk about what happens next.

Really talk. I know. Enough of the games, enough of the arrangements, just honesty. They arrived at his pentuse in Polanco and Sara was surprised at how different It was what I had imagined. If it was luxurious with floor-to-ceiling windows roof that overlooked the city, but also surprisingly warm. Books filled the shelves, photos familiar, adorned the walls and a well-worn leather sofa suggested that He really lived there and didn’t just exist.

Marcos served him wine and they sat down. the terrace with the city spread below like a carpet of lights. “Tell me about him,” Marcos said in a loud voice. low. “Tell me what Diego did to you.” and So Sara told him everything. The files forged documents stolen your signature, the ethics hearing, where your word was worthless against his evidence.

The humiliation of being escorted out of the building. The friends who believed Diego’s lies for three years rebuilding from scratch. I lost everything.Term. My career, my reputation, my confidence in the people. I became invisible because It was safer than being seen. You are not invisible to me, said Marcos with ferocity.

I see you, Sara, all you. and I want to help you get back what you got they stole As? My name is still stained in the legal circles. Diego married Ricardo’s daughter Morales, so he has the protection of the office. I don’t have anything. You have me and I have resources. Marco took out his phone. I’ll call my lawyer first whatever happens on Monday.

We will investigate each case in which Diego has worked on every document he has presented. If he framed you once, chances are he has done it before or after. We will find evidence. Marcos, that could take months a fortune and there is no guarantee that Let’s find something. I don’t mind. “You deserve justice,” He took her hand.

 “But more than that, you deserve return to practicing law, not for revenge, but because you are brilliant and the world needs lawyers with true integrity.” Sara felt hope stir in his chest dangerous and infuriating. “Why are you doing this?” “Because when I you rejected the deal you reminded me that there are things that cannot be bought. Dignity, self-esteem, honor.

You have shown me what real strength is and I want to be worthy of that. It took him face gently. I’m falling in love with you, Sara Mendoza. Not the woman you were, not the one pretend to be of the woman you are right now serving coffee and rebuilding you bit by bit. That’s the one I want. The kiss was inevitable, urgent and tender at the same time time.

They separated breathlessly and Sara knew that I was at a crossroads. He could flee, protect himself, maintain his walls or could I jump, trust and risk it all again. “I’m terrified,” she admitted. Me too. But I’d rather be terrified of you how safe and alone. They stayed in the terrace until dawn talking about everything and nothing, knowing the stories and the dreams of the other.

When the sun rose over the city, Sara realized something profound. He had spent 3 years surviving. Maybe it was time to start living new. What I didn’t know was that the other side of the city Diego Chávez was making calls collecting favors, planning his next move. Because if there was something that Diego understood was that the best revenge required patience and he had been patient for 3 years.

Sara woke up with the sunlight, pouring in through the windows floor to ceiling and unknown weight Marco’s arm around her waist. They had fallen asleep on the couch after dawn, still dressed exhausted from hours of conversation and emotional revelations. For a moment, he simply allowed himself exist in that peaceful bubble before that reality would return to the gala, the Vick’s accusation and the appearance of Diego, Marcos’ public statement.

Everything had changed in one night. Frame He moved to her side, his dark eyes opening up to meet those of her. “Good morning,” he murmured in his voice. snores from sleep. “Good morning. We should probably talk about damage control.” Always so practical he smiled, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. We can’t just enjoy this moment.

 Your board must be in mode crisis. The press is going to have a feast with him last night’s drama And Diego his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. The screen showed the number of the Mrs. Ramirez. Sara’s stomach sank. answer, “Sara, thank God. Are you okay? It’s all over the news. Sara sat up quickly reaching for the tv remote control Mark turned on the television and the heart of Sara collapsed.

Images of the gala were reproduced on all news channels. Vicky’s accusation, the defense of Mark, his kiss The headlines were relentless. Fake wife scandal rocks Calderontech. The Billionaire’s Elaborate Hoax general director. From waitress to Mrs. Calderón. A modern Cinderella story or a thymus. I’m fine, Mrs. Ramírez, he managed to say.

Sarah. I’ll explain everything soon. You don’t owe me any explanations, daughter. But he Tratoria is surrounded by reporters. They ask about you. Do you want interviews? I didn’t tell them anything, but I’ll be there as soon as possible. soon as I can. Don’t talk to anyone. Sara ended the call and turned around.

towards Marcos, whose expression had hardened while checking his phone. My PR team has 17 messages. The board wants a meeting emergency and apparently Vicky gave an interview exclusive to Reforma saying that seduced as part of an elaborate plan to get money from you. Of course he did. Sara stood up suddenly desperate to escape.

I should go. This is exactly what I feared. I only bring complications to your life. Sarah, no. Marcos took her hand. This It’s just what they want. that you run awayto prove that you were just using me. Maybe I should. You would be better off without this mess. I don’t want to be better. I love you. Its intensity was almost terrifying.

Do we face this together or not? we face. Before Sara could answer the Marcos’ phone rang, his lawyer. Gerardo Thornton. Put it on speaker, Sara said quietly. Marcos obeyed. Gerardo’s cultured voice filled the professional and concerned room. Marcos, we need to discuss the situation. The board threatens a motion to censorship based on last night’s events and the deception involved.

Let them vote. I still have most of the actions. No, if Carlos Rochill convinces enough shareholders that you are unstable. He is already making calls presenting this as evidence of bad judgment. and there is another problem. Gerardo paused. Someone leaked information about the upcoming merger of your company competition.

The CNBV is asking questions about use of privileged information. Sara watched as the color left the Marcos face. That’s impossible. Only five people knew about it. fusion. Six and counting to Vicky,” said Gerardo carefully. She had access to your office and files when they were compromised. She did this.

 Marcos’ voice was icy fury. “Are you sabotaging the company to take revenge on me? We can’t prove it yet. But Marcos, you must understand gravity. If the CNBV investigation finds something suspicious, it won’t matter what you are innocent The damage will be done. After hanging up, Marcos walked around the room like an animal caged Sara observed his legal mind now working on the implications.

This is worse than simple revenge staff, he said slowly. Vicky isn’t just trying to hurt you, is systematically dismantling your credibility to take control of your company. You can’t. I have most of the actions. But if the CNBV investigation move forward, your actions could freeze pending the result. And if the Board votes censure, even if temporary, could convince enough shareholders to sell to his father.

Carlos Rochill could take Calderontech. Marcos looked at her intently. How do you know all this? Because it is exactly what I would do if I wanted to execute a corporate takeover disguised as personal revenge. Sara’s mind was racing. possibilities. We have to prove that Vicky leaked that information and we have to do it quickly before that the CNBV investigation takes impulse.

As? Sara held his gaze doing what I know best. Investigation. Evidence collection. construction of a case. Marcos may not be able to officially practice law, but I can still think like a lawyer. Would you help me after I dragged you away to this disaster? You defended me last night when you could having left You faced everyone for me. Sara took his hands.

Plus, I know Vicky’s type. It’s exactly like Diego, calculator patient and convinced that it is more list that everyone. That arrogance is his weakness. Marcos brought her into his arms and for a moment moment they just hugged each other. Then his phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from a number unknown.

Enjoying your fake marriage. Wait until they find out what else you hide V. He is threatening me. Mark said showing him the message. What else could know? Sara felt ice in her veins. When you were engaged you told him something personal. Family secrets, vulnerabilities of the business, something I could use as weapon.

 Marcos thought for a moment, then his face paled. My father, before he died, did some questionable investments. Nothing illegal, but ethically gray. If that comes out now, with everything else It would destroy my mom. The charitable foundation he built in his name would be stained. So let’s not give him the chance. Sara grabbed her bag. Get dressed.

We are going to war. Where are we going? To the only place where Vicky never I would expect us to go. Morales and associates. Marco was shocked. Your old office, Sara, they won’t let you nor enter the building. They will if you go with me. Your Marcos Calderón, potential client with millions in billable hours.

They will roll out the red carpet. The smile Sara’s was sharp. And once inside exactly where Diego keeps his files safe. Insurance files. Every lawyer who operates in gray areas saves evidence of his hidden misdeeds. Protection against being betrayed by colleagues or clients. If Diego framed me, he has documentation.

What if Vicky is using illegal tactics against you, Diego, I could have information about that too. They were both part of the same circle social, both equally ambitious and ruthless This is incredibly risky. Everything worthwhile is risky. You taught me. They arrived in Morales and Aoados 90 minutes after. The elegant downtown buildingIt represented everything Sara had lost, but entered with his head in Marcos’s firm hand on his back.

The receptionist’s eyes widened. in recognition. Michi, I mean, I’m sorry, but you don’t. I am here with the Lord Calderon, Sara said softly. He has a meeting with Ricardo Morales regarding an important legal matter. The mention of Marcos’ name worked like magic In minutes they were made to pass to the corner office of Ricardo Morales.

The senior partner looked exactly as Sara remembered it, hair silver, very expensive suit and completely soulless Mr. Calderón, what an unexpected pleasure. Although I must say, given the news recent, I am surprised that it brings to the Miss Mendoza here. His smile was polite poison. “Mendoza is my personal advisor,” he said.

Marcos coldly and I’m considering hire your office for a matter quite delicate. Corporate espionage, violations of CNBV and possible criminal conspiracy. The fee would be substantial. Ricardo’s eyes shone with greed. Of course we have expertise in those areas. Tell me more. While Marcos explained a carefully edited version of Vicky’s actions, Sara’s eyes They deviated from the office design.

I remembered this floor. I remembered where senior partners kept their files private. Diego’s office was three doors down. beyond. Excuse me, Sara interrupted. Could I use the bathroom? Ricardo shook his hand with disdain. At the end of the hallway, second door. Sara left with her heart beating strong.

 I had maybe 5 minutes before that they would notice his absence. The door to Diego’s office was closed, but not locked arrogance, assuming that no one I would dare to enter. He sneaked inside. The place was impeccable. every organized surface with obsessive precision. Sara went straight to the filing cabinet. I remembered the one with a false bottom that Diego thought that no one knew.

His hands shook as he forced it. Inside were dozens of folders, client files with signatures counterfeit, bribery mail, documents that showed that Diego had been systematically stealing from clients for years. And there at the bottom is a folder labeled Mendoza case. Sara photographed everything with her phone, hands now firmer with clarity of the purpose.

This was proof of the crimes of Diego, evidence that would clear his name and would expose him as the fraud he was. He also found something else, a folder marked Rochil Calderón. Inside the Post Office between Vicky and Diego discussing Marcos’ company Details of the merger that were to be confidential information and a plan to eliminate Calderón as a threat to our interests.

They had been working together Vicky and Diego is always looking for something. Sarah He turned and found Diego at his door. indecipherable expression. How did you know I was here? Security alerted me when you signed in. I’ve been waiting to see what you did. Diego closed the door behind him. You were always predictable, Sara.

 so noble, so desperate to prove your innocence I’m not the one who should worry about tests. I have everything now. Every crime that you committed, every client you You betrayed, every law you broke. Sara held up her phone. It’s over, Diego. Oh really. Diego took out his own phone. Because I have a call that will raise to security and it will be your word against the mine again.

Only this time they caught you breaking into a private office stealing confidential files. That is actual criminal conduct, not just ethical violations. Sara’s mind raced. I was right. He had broken the law to obtain this evidence, what could make it inadmissible unless the door is opened suddenly. Marcos was there with Ricardo Morales behind and a woman that Sara does not he acknowledged.

That will not be necessary, Mr. Chávez, the woman said, showing a badge. Special Agent Linda Torres FBI. We have been investigating this for 6 months. clearance for securities fraud and thanks to the cooperation of Mr. Calderón, who was wearing a microphone this meeting, now we have it on tape admitting knowledge of activity criminal.

Diego’s face turned white. They set a trap for me. “No,” said Marcos, approaching her side. Sarah. We gave you the opportunity to do correct. You chose to threaten her instead. He looked at Sara with concern. Are you OK? Sara nodded still. processing. You were wearing a microphone. Gerardo contacted the FBI after our call this morning.

They suspected morals and associates for multiple violations, but they needed to someone inside to confirm. When I told them your story here and Diego’s involvement with Vicky saw an opportunity. Agent Torres turned to Diego. Diego Chávez, you are arrested for securities fraud, conspiracy to commit fraud, forgerylegal documents and about 15 accusations more we will add when reviewing those files.

As agents invaded the office, Ricardo Morales tried to protest. This is scandalous. I run a legitimate office. He runs a criminal enterprise, corrected the Agent Torres. And you are also under arrest. We have evidence that he knew and benefited from illegal activities of its employees. Sara saw how they took Diego away handcuffed her perfect facade finally collapsing.

3 years of reconstruction pain bear the weight of false accusations finally vindicated. Marcos wrapped her in his arms. as she began to shake. It’s over. You are free. Vicky managed to say Sara. It’s still out there. Not by much. The FBI has been listening to every word. His involvement in espionage corporate and use of information privileged is on tape.

 Also the They are stopping right now. At leave Morales and associates this time with Sara’s head held high and her name about to clean something felt which I had not experienced in 3 years. Peace. Outside the reporters surrounded them shouting questions. Marcos raised a hand. My name is Marcos Calderón and I am in love with Sara Mendoza.

Not a fake wife, not an arrangement. A complicated and beautiful real relationship with the most extraordinary woman I have ever seen known. Earlier today, the FBI arrested several individuals involved in crimes against Miss Mendoza and my company. The truth is coming out and justice is coming is serving. That’s all I have to say.

who returned to Sara talking low enough so that only she heard it. Except this, Sara Mendoza. I know we’ve only known each other for a few days. I know it’s crazy fast and completely insane. But I have never been safer than anything in my life. I love you. Not to the lawyer you were, not to the waitress you became, but to the fighter who refused to stay in the ground.

 You will give us a chance real. No arrangements, no conditions, just us solving this together. Sara looked into his eyes seeing love, hope and promise. For three years I had been afraid of trust, fear of waiting, fear of let someone get close enough to hurt her again. But Marcos had shown him that some things were worth the risk. If he whispered, yes, to everything.

They kissed right there on the stairs of the federal building with cameras flashing and the world watching. But none of that mattered because Sara I had finally found something that He thought he was lost forever. Likewise his strength and courage to love again later that night snuggled up on Marcos’ couch with wine and takeaway phone Sara Sonra a number recognized by the Association of Lawyers of the State of Mexico.

Miss Mendoza, I’m Jaime Wmor. In light of recent FBI events and evidence that cleanses her of all accusations previous, we would like to discuss the reinstallation of your license for exercise. We owe you an apology. After the call ended, Sara He stood in stunned silence. Everything I had lost was returning. Your reputation, your career, your future.

What’s going on? Marcos asked. I thought it was good news. They are. It’s just that Sara’s eyes filled with tears. For so long I thought I would never I would get none of this back. I agreed to be invisible, to be nothing. And now suddenly I can be a lawyer again. I can get my life back, not your life old, Marcos said softly.

a new better than before, because you built it you yourself earned every piece hard and perseverance. He took her hand and this time she won’t be alone. Sara leaned into his embrace, letting let the tears fall freely now. Happy tears, tears of healing, tears of relief, joy and gratitude. His phone vibrated with a message from the Mrs. Ramirez.

So proud of you, daughter. Your table in Bruno will always be waiting for you, but I think you have bigger things for front. I love you. I probably should give up the deal, Sara reflected. Or continue working there part time to stay connected with people who was with you when you didn’t have nothing. Marco smiled.

Furthermore, I have become quite fond of that place. The coffee really is exceptional. It’s terrible coffee and you know it, true, but the company enforced it the pity They talked late about the future about Sara rebuilding her career legal on Marcos restructuring the board of your company to avoid future Situations like Vicky over going slowly despite the whirlwind of the beginning.

Although Marcos said thoughtfully, we should probably tell him the truth to my mom that now we are really dating not married. Sara Río is going to kill us probably, but it will also be enchanted He liked you even when he thought that You were my fake wife.While Sara fell asleep in the Marcos’s arms, he thought about how much there was changed in just 4 days.

She had gone from invisible waitress to lawyer vindicated, defeated and distrustful, loved and complete. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. The press would continue to scrutinize them. The legal process to clean fully naming it would take time. Marcos’ company would need reconstruction. But that night Sara allowed herself just be happy, trust possibility again to believe that maybe alone, maybe I deserved this second opportunity in everything.

 What I didn’t know was that although Vicky and Diego were under FBI custody, his arrest had Sent shock waves through the elite circles of the City of Mexico. Others who had participated in schemes similar ones ran to cover their tracks and some saw the resurrection of Sarah Mendoza as a threat to his own carefully constructed lies.

The war could be won, but still there were battles ahead. But this time Sara wouldn’t face them. alone. Three months later, Sara stopped in front of the mirror in the Pentos adjusting the collar of his new suit. His first day back in an office of non-moral and associated lawyers, but a smaller ethical practice specialized in helping victims of corporate fraud.

The irony did not escape him. You’re going to be late if you keep looking at yourself,” Marcos said from the door with the tie hanging loose around the neck. “I’m not looking at myself, “I’m mentally preparing myself.” “You’re terrified,” he corrected. softness, approaching to stand behind her.

 His hands rested on his shoulders, which is completely normal. “But Sara, you were born for this. Those people need you. Sara turned to face him, reaching to fix his tie correctly. And if I forgot how 3 have passed years, then you will remember it. Besides, you’ve been preparing for weeks. you probably know more jurisprudence that all your staff together.

It was true. Since the FBI cleared his name and Bar Association reinstated its leave, Sara had launched into study. Every free moment was spent reviewing recent precedents, memorizing new laws, rebuilding the foundation of knowledge that once gave sitting, but more than that he had been healing. Therapy helped her process the trauma of Diego’s betrayal.

 The support Mark’s unbreakable teaching taught him trust again and surprisingly continue working part time at Brunos Tratoria. He kept her feet on the ground earth, reminding him where he came from and how much progress had been made. “How do I look?” he asked, smoothing his suit jacket. “Like the woman who “It’s going to change the world one case at a time.

” Marcos kissed her forehead. Come on, I’ll take you. You don’t have to do that. you have your own board meeting this morning you can wait 20 minutes. It’s your first day. I’ll take you. While sailing on the Mexico City traffic, Sara’s phone vibrated with messages. Mrs. Ramírez sent him a photo of all the staff of Bruno Tratoría holding a banner that said: “Success Sara.

” Tonio had added heart emojis. Even regular customers sent Cheers. “Have you built a family?” There Marcos observed. They were there when no one else was there. I will never forget it. Marcos’ own path these last three months had been the same transformer. With Vicky and Carlos Rochill facing each other federal charges had restructured the entire Calderontech Board.

Implemented ethics training, established protections for whistleblowers and associated with organizations that promoted corporate transparency. The company’s shares fell to beginning with the scandal, but They recovered stronger than ever when investors saw their commitment with legitimate practices. Vicky was awaiting trial.

 His father already negotiated a plea deal. Diego Chávez had been sentenced to 7 years for fraud and conspiracy. Sara watched the sentence by video call, feeling not triumph, but a strange sadness for the man who destroyed himself himself out of greed and ambition. Do you ever regret it? he asked. Marcos while they parked in front of the building of his new office.

Take the hardest path. You could have accepted the money agreement of Morales and Asociados begin your own office and having avoided opportunity to help people who were exactly where you were never. Sara took her briefcase. Also, I like to work again with a team as long as they are people honest this time. Now Marcos went around the car to open it.

the door Always the gentleman, despite the Sara’s insistence that she could doing it alone, when she lowered it she attracted yes. I’m so proud of you, not only for today, but for everything, for refusing to let them break you, for rebuild you, for taking a risk with mewhen you had every reason not to trust no one.

 You made it easy, he said Sara softly. Well, not easy, but it was worth it. Tonight dinner at Cipriani for celebrate. I was actually thinking about Brunos. Mrs. Ramírez is preparing her special lasagna. Marcos Río from Pentuse to Tratoría. Do you know how to keep a person humble? billionaire? It’s my job, among other things. They kissed, aware of pedestrians passing by, but not caring.

When they finally separated, Marco’s expression became serious. I’ve been thinking about something us. Sara’s heart skipped a beat. Okay, no, now tonight after the dinner, I want to ask you something important, but I want to do it well. He smiled at her worried expression. Don’t panic, It’s a good thing, I hope.

Before Sara could ask details, his new colleague left the building. Jaime Chen, unrelated to Diego, was a 50-year-old lawyer who had built his career defending whistleblowers and victims of fraud. He himself had recruited Sara after to read about your case. Sara, are you ready? for your first day? His enthusiasm was contagious, ready as never before.

Marcos squeezed her hand one last time. Go change the world, counselor. Upon entering her new office, Sara surprised at how different it felt compared to moral and associated. The space was smaller, less substantial, with mismatched furniture and walls covered in letters customer appreciation instead of expensive art.

It felt real, honest like home. “You first case is already waiting,” he said Jaime handing him a folder. 26-year-old young woman scammed by her business partner. He lost everything. Sound familiar? Sara opened the folder. Reading the details, Jessica Torres had started a technology company with his partner college, only to discover that the partner had been stealing funds and intellectual property systematically.

The parallels with his own story They were shocking. “I’ll take it,” Sara said immediately. “I thought you would say that. He’s in the living room of meetings.” Jessica Torres was small and nervous with eyes red from crying so much. When he saw Sara enter, his face showed surprise to see someone so young. “I’m Sara Mendoza,” she introduced herself extending your hand.

 “I’m going to be you lawyer. “You look very young.” Jessica blurted out and then He blushed. “Sorry, that was rude.” “It’s okay. I graduated from the Faculty of Law 7 years ago. I exercised four before of a forced sabbatical. And Jessica I know exactly why you’re going through My ex-partner also betrayed me, stole my job, framed me for ethical violations and destroyed my career.

So believe me when I say I understand your case personally. Jessica’s eyes widened. You are Sara Mendoza. I read about you the FBI arrests, the corporate scandal. You got your life back. I did it and I’m going to help you get yours back too. They spent 3 hours reviewing the case Jessica. The evidence was overwhelming.

Forged documents, records accounting, manipulated, emails that They proved deliberate fraud. Sara’s legal mind was activated seeing angles and strategies you thought had lost forever. “We have a solid case,” Sara concluded. “Both criminal as civil, your ex-partner will face jail. I don’t care about revenge, Jessica said.

in a low voice. I just want people to know that no I did nothing wrong, I’m not the criminal that she made me look like. Sara understood that need. viscerally. So, that’s what we’ll get. Justice and vindication. The day flew by in a whirlwind of cases, consultations and sessions strategy. His colleagues were brilliant and passionate, driven by a desire genuine help instead of hours billable and prestige.

When 5 o’clock arrived, Sara was exhausted, but energized in a way that I hadn’t felt in years. Marcos was waiting for her outside in his Mercedes. and Sara came up with a huge smile. Good day. Incredible day, Marcos. I had forgotten what it felt like to use my brain like this help people who really it needs to make a difference.

So are you happy? delirious, kissed him Now take me to Brunos. I’m starving. The deal was full when they arrived, but the lady Ramírez had saved their table for them usual. The entire staff made a fuss with Sara asking about her first day celebrating your success as if it were own. Toño took out champagne. Cheap champagne, but served with so much honey, it tasted better than the bottles faces of the Marcos cabin.

After dinner, as promised Mrs. Ramírez, came out with her legendary lasagna. But when she put it on the table, Sara noticed something strange. On the lasagna formed with leaves of carefully placed basil there were the words marry him. Sara looked up confused and He found Marcos standing next to him. table.

 The entire restaurant hadall eyes remained silent on them and Marco was holding a little box of third hair. Sara Mendoza began he with a firm voice despite the emotion in his eyes. Three months ago you entered my life and you changed everything. You challenged me, you frustrated, you inspired me and you made me want to be a better man. You showed me that it is the real strength that means genuine integrity and feel truly complete and madly in love Sara’s hands flew to her mouth.

while Marco knelt. I know we agreed to go slow. I know we said not to rush, but the truth is that after two days I knew that I wanted to spend my life with you. Every day since then it has only confirmed. You are bright, compassionate, fun and Sometimes infuriating in the best way. You make me laugh, you keep me honest and you make believe that love can last true.

opened the box revealing an impressive sapphire ring surrounded by diamonds. This was my grandmother’s ring. She and My grandfather was married for 63 years. He He said that he knew after a week that She was his forever. Now I understand it. Tears ran down the face of Sarah. As Marcos continued, I don’t ask you that you hurry up.

We can have a long commitment. We can do it at the pace you feel Okay, but Sara, I need you to know that I am sure, completely, absolutely sure that you are the one I want by my side in every challenge, every triumph, every Tuesday morning ordinary. Will you marry me? The dealer held his breath. Sara looked at this man who had defended when he had no reason to do what he had believed in her when She had stopped believing in herself, who had proven day after day that the love could be real, safe and worth it.

The risk Yes he whispered and then louder. Yes, absolutely yes. The crowd burst into applause and cheers as Marcos slid the ring on your finger. stood up pulling her into his arms and kissing her while his improvised family celebrated around him. Mrs. Ramírez was crying in her apron. Toño took photos. The regular customers toasted with their wine glasses. “I love you,” he murmured.

Marcos against his lips. My fake wife turned fiancee real. I love you too, my arrogant billionaire turned genuine companion. They separated laughing through tears and Sara saw her reflection in the window. He barely recognized the woman he was looking at. back confident, loved, complete, so different from the broken person hiding behind the coffee counter three months ago.

“When did you plan all this?” he asked. Sara pointing out the participation of restaurant. Last week, Mrs. Ramírez was very excited to help. Isito said, “It was time for that boy would make you an honest woman. Sara laughed looking at the ring on her finger. The sapphire caught the deep blue light like the ocean.

It’s perfect. Like you. I’m far from perfect, Marcos. I’m still healing, still finding out who I am after all what happened Good. I don’t want perfect, I want real. I love you exactly as you are, with all your scars, your strength and your impudence He tucked a lock of hair behind her. of the ear. We will discover who we are together.

The evening continued with celebration. Isabel Calderón clearly arrived in the plan bringing champagne and enough joy to light up the whole block. He hugged Sara warmly, shaking hands. official welcome to the family. You know?” Isabel said, pushing her away moment. When Marcos told me first time they were married, I It hurt, but now I understand.

Sometimes the best things in life are not They follow the traditional calendar. You met exactly when they needed it. Thank you for accepting me even after of deception. Baby, you gave my heart back to me son. That is worth much more than following the shapes. Isabel squeezed his hand. Furthermore, I have seen how he looks at you. That’s real love.

hard earned. And when the party was over, Marcos and Sara walked through Mexico City hand in hand the city lights reflecting in Sara’s new ring. They ended up in Chapultepec Park, sitting on a bench in front of the lake where runners and cyclists passed in the waning light. Do you ever think about that first day? Sara asked.

 When you entered Brunos and you made that ridiculous offer. The best terrible mistake I ever made life. It was pretty terrible. 50,000 pesos for pretending to marry me. What were you thinking? I thought I needed a solution to a problem. What I got was a transformation full of life. Marco turned to look at her Thanks for telling me it’s not the first time time for making me work for this, for don’t settle for easy money instead of self-esteem.

Thank you for looking beyond the uniform waitress, for believing in me when no one elseI did it, to fight battles that I didn’t I could fight alone. They stayed in a comfortable silence, watching the sun set laid over the city, which had been Witness all their whirlwind romance. Sara thought of Jessica Torres and everyone the other customers waiting at their new second chance dispatch that they had given him to make a real difference.

 “I want to expand the dispatch eventually,” she said thoughtful “Create a specific program for people that has been professionally destroyed for false accusations. Offer legal help, therapy, perhaps even assistance in finding employment. That’s ambitious. I have learned from the best joke by giving it a elbow I will help you in any way I can.

 Funds, contacts, office space, whatever you need Marcos, you don’t have to solve all my problems. I’m not solving them. I’m supporting you while you you solve alone. There is a difference. He kissed her 100. That’s what girls do. couples. Couples. The word resonated deeply. For so long, Sara had been alone, convinced that she was better off without depend on anyone.

 But Marcos had shown that being a couple did not mean weakness. It meant having someone with whom celebrate victories and share burdens. someone who made you stronger, not more small. Sara’s phone vibrated with a message. by Jaime Chen. Jessica Torres just call. I wanted to thank you personally. He said that for the first time in a year feel hopeful.

You are already changing your life, Sara. Welcome back to where you belong. he showed the message to Marco, feeling that the tears were stinging his eyes again eyes. “Look, you are exactly where you should “We both are,” he corrected. Sarah. “Against all odds we “we found.” Two broken people who somehow They made each other complete, not broken, just beautifully complicated.

They stayed in the park until the stars began to appear in the darkened sky making plans for your future. A long commitment for Sara could focus on rebuilding his career. A small wedding despite the Isabel protests only with the people that really mattered. A life built on honesty, companionship and the kind of love that transforms rather than diminishes.

As they finally returned to the pento of Marcos, his pente. Now Sara supposed she thought about the trip that had brought her until there. The betrayal that broke her years of hiding and surviving casual morning when a billionaire arrogantly entered into a deal and changed everything. Hey, Marcos. Yes. I’m glad you offered me those.

50,000 pesos. The river. Seriously, Even though I went completely outside of place, especially since you were Out of line, it made me defend myself. I He remembered that he was worth more than he money could buy and this whole thing started crazy adventure Well then it was the best investment what I did Terrible return on capital, but excellent return in satisfaction of life.

Sara gave him a playful smack on the arm. You are ridiculous and you love me of all modes, against all logic and reason if really I love you. Months later, Sara Mendoza and Marcos Calderón got married in a small ceremony at Brunos Tratoria, surrounded by family and friends unlikely that they had supported them in everything. Mrs.

 Ramírez was in charge of the Catherine Toño was the DJ and Isabel Calderón cried tears of happiness throughout the event. Jessica Torres His case was also resolved with success and his own company recovered. had become the first pupil of Sara in the new program for victims of fraud that Sara had launched with the support of Marcos and the support from your office.

Diego Chávez was serving his sentence reported as model prisoner taking business courses and promising reform. Sara decided not to attend her hearings of parole when they arrived. Some chapters needed to stay closed. Vicky had accepted a 5-year deal years for insider trading and corporate espionage. Carlos Rochill had lost his board positions and reputation.

The name Rochill, once synonymous with power in Mexico City, it was now a warning about privilege and corruption. While Sara and Marcos danced their first dance as husband and wife really married, this time she saw in Brunos’ old mirror. The woman looking back was trusted, loved and completely her same.

 He was no longer hiding, he was no longer there Broken, I was no longer afraid. in what do you think? Marcos asked, drawing her closer. close. In how far we’ve come in how a terrible proposal led to this perfect moment. So you admit it was terrible, Absolutely terrible. Offensive smug and completely inappropriate. And yet, here we are. Yes, here we are, Sara agreed.

kissing her husband. Proof thatSometimes the worst beginnings lead to the best endings. Not endings, Marcos corrected. Beginnings. This is just the beginning, counselor. And he was right. While they celebrated with everyone they loved, Sara knew that their story was far from over. There would be challenges ahead, races for building cases to win perhaps someday children to raise, but They would face everything together.

Two people who met in the chaos and they chose love despite all the reasons not to do it. The waitress and the general manager, the rota and the arrogant The woman who knew her courage and the man who learned to see it. His story had begun with a offer of 50,000 pesos and a rejection worthy. He had survived scandal, betrayal, public scrutiny and demons personal, and it had transformed into something that neither of them could have imagined.

That first conflictive morning at Brunos trafficking, real, complicated love, earned with effort and absolutely worth fighting for him. While the party continued in the night, Sara raised her glass to toast by his friends and family, but in his heart toasted something else. Seconds opportunities, unexpected beginnings and the courage to trust again.

 Because to times the best love stories They start with a no and end with a yes