“Olivia,” he said, smiling as if nothing were wrong. “This is Sofia. She’s very important to me. I thought it was time the family met her.”

The words pierced me, though not with surprise. The truth is, I had suspected for months. His late nights, the sudden business trips, the whispers on the phone—my intuition had been screaming at me. And now, here it was, paraded before me and everyone I loved.

But instead of collapsing under the humiliation, I lifted my chin.