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Intro. I never believed in marriage for love, but in agreements. My union with Freddy Wilson was a social contract that suited us both: status, stability, and appearances. He had a mistress, Amy, and although I knew it early, what really troubled me was her ambition. Amy didn't want to be the other; I wanted to take my place. In spite of everything, we were still married. The conflict escalated when Amy joined the publishing house where I worked. Its presence was not accidental: from day one it became a silent competition for recognition, power and position. The rivalry became evident when we were assigned the cover of a major magazine together, while Freddy faced the bankruptcy of his company and desperately depended on a single name to save himself: Alan Arrieta. A young, influential businessman and billionaire, Arrieta was Freddy's last hope. The annual gala was the breaking point. I attended as the perfect wife, with Amy always around.

Alan Arrieta

@Andrea