PART 1
The steady beeping of medical monitors echoed through room 507, one of the most luxurious maternity suites in a private hospital in Polanco, Mexico City. Harsh white lights illuminated Valeria Garza’s face, soaked in sweat as waves of pain tore through her body. Fear and exhaustion filled her eyes as she searched desperately for someone she trusted.
“Please… where is my husband?” she whispered, gripping the sheets tightly.
Standing beside her was a tall, composed “nurse” with perfect makeup and a calm expression. But she wasn’t a real nurse.
She was Camila Rojas—Mauricio Villarreal’s mistress.
Using his influence, Camila had slipped into the hospital unnoticed, wearing a stolen identity badge.
She leaned close to Valeria, her voice soft but chilling.
“Your husband is nearby,” she murmured. “He’s just waiting for everything to be over.”
Valeria gave a weak, grateful smile.
Camila smiled back—but there was nothing kind in it.
Without hesitation, she adjusted Valeria’s oxygen mask… and silently disconnected the tube from the main supply.
The soft hiss of oxygen vanished instantly.
At first, no one noticed. The room was busy—doctors preparing, nurses recording data. But within seconds, Valeria’s breathing became erratic. Her chest heaved. Panic flooded her face.
“I… can’t breathe!” she gasped, grabbing at the mask.
Camila quickly stepped in, pretending to assist while hiding the disconnected line behind her body.
“It’s just a strong contraction,” she said calmly. “She’s panicking.”
“Give her more oxygen!” the doctor ordered, distracted.
Camila leaned closer again, whispering only for Valeria to hear:
“You don’t deserve to give him a child. You ruined everything for me… you don’t deserve a happy ending.”
Valeria’s vision blurred. Her strength faded. The baby’s heart monitor began to scream.
“The baby’s heart rate is dropping!” a nurse shouted.
Another nurse checked the equipment—and froze.
“The oxygen line’s been disconnected!”
Chaos exploded.
Alarms blared. Staff rushed in. The tube was reconnected just in time.
Valeria coughed violently as air rushed back into her lungs, tears streaming as she fought to survive—for herself and her child.
At that moment, the doors slammed open.
Mauricio Villarreal entered—perfectly dressed, composed, and irritated rather than concerned.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded.
“Someone tampered with your wife’s oxygen!” the doctor snapped.
Mauricio glanced at Camila.
For a split second, something passed between them—silent, dark, undeniable.
Then he spoke coldly:
“It must have been an accident. She’s here to support my wife.”
Valeria heard everything.
And through her tears, she noticed something else—
A security camera blinking quietly in the corner.
It had recorded everything.
And neither Mauricio nor Camila realized it.
