The husband pushes his pregnant

Something was fine.

The fall had been too… controlled.

And then he saw it.

A small white patch displayed on the water before disappearing among the waves.

The pilot, who until that moment had remained silent, turned his face with a pale expression.

—Sir… that was a normal fall.

Santiago felt a cold run down his back.

Eп el agυa, Valeria activated the second step of her plan.

An emergency transmitter integrated into the device began emitting an encrypted GPS signal. More than a kilometer away, a support vessel—hired under the pretext of a maritime study—received the alert.

It was no coincidence that I was there.

It was no coincidence that her legal team knew exactly where she would be that day.

He had planned every detail.

While floating, protected by the automatic inflatable vest, Valeria placed her hand on her belly.

“Relax, my love,” she whispered to the baby. “Mommy’s in control.”

Thirty minutes later, the boat rescued her.

A private doctor checked on her. The baby was stable.

Valeria asked for a satellite phone.

—It’s time —he said serenely.

Meanwhile, Santiago landed the helicopter back at the resort. His face wore the perfect mask of horror.

“It was an accident!” he shouted to the employees. “She got too involved!”

But the mask began to crack when the federal police appeared on the track.

He had not arrived by chance.

I had received a preventive statement signed by Valeria forty-eight hours before, in which I detailed fears based on my personal safety.

Iпclυía registros fiпaпcieros.

Meпsajes.

Transfer texts.

And a clear clause: if anything happened to him during that flight, it should be considered an instance of homicide.

Saпtiago iпteпt to maпteпer the compostυr.

Until he saw a black vehicle approaching.

And Valeria descended from him.

Soaked.

Viva.