Valeria demanded that he call the police immediately.
“Have her arrested,” she said. “Make an example out of her.”
But Emiliano didn’t want to just call the police.
His pride was wounded.
His anger was worse.
He wanted to catch Rosa with his own eyes.
He wanted to walk into her home, find the ring, and watch her face collapse when she realized her life was over.
So without telling anyone, Emiliano went into the company files and found Rosa’s address.
Then he climbed into his shiny red Mercedes-Benz and drove away from the rich side of the city.
For almost two hours, the world outside his windshield changed.
The clean streets disappeared.
The luxury stores disappeared.
The tall buildings disappeared.
By the time he reached Valle de Chalco, his expensive car was rolling through dusty, uneven streets filled with potholes, stray dogs, and unfinished concrete homes.
People stepped outside to stare.
