It was a Sunday night.

Leonardo had just returned from his business trip in Singapore—tired, but eager to be home with Ysabel. He had endured the distance all week, especially after hearing her voice over the phone, calmer, happier… and freer.

The moment he stepped out of the car outside the Verano mansion gate, he carried a small bouquet of wildflowers. It wasn’t the usual kind of bouquet he gave—no expensive roses, no extravagant arrangement. He had chosen it because it was simple, ...