He Thought His Wife Was the Perfect Stepmother—Until a Hidden Phone Revealed a Plan That Shattered His World

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The Cry Upstairs

“Stop that tantrum right now! Your father will be home soon, and he’ll see what kind of child you are!”

The sharp voice echoed through the halls of the mansion, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.

Standing near the back door, Paloma, the new maid, froze. From upstairs came the sound of a young girl’s sobs—soft at first, then breaking into desperate cries.

“Oh dear,” murmured Carmen, the senior housekeeper who had welcomed her earlier. “The lady of the house is upset again.”

“The lady?” Paloma asked gently.

“Mrs. Verónica,” Carmen whispered. “The girl’s stepmother.”

Another cry echoed down the marble staircase.

“And where’s her father?” Paloma asked.

“Traveling,” Carmen sighed. “He’s always traveling. Listen, dear, this job won’t be easy.”

But Paloma didn’t wait to be warned again. Her instincts pushed her forward. She climbed the grand staircase and followed the sound of the crying child.

Halfway down the hall, a tall woman with flawless makeup and a designer dress stepped out of a room, slamming the door behind her.

“You must be the new maid,” Verónica said briskly, adjusting her hair. “Good. The girl’s throwing one of her fits again. When she stops, you can start working. She’s fine—just being dramatic as usual.”

Without another word, Verónica snatched her purse and left the house, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

Meeting Little Camila

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