"He aborted the pregnancy because of a lie, but in the emergency room he discovered who had tried to kill her.

Victor Santillán was known as the Balco Devil.

Not because he shouted the loudest, or because he needed to prove his strength—but because when he entered a room, even dangerous men lowered their eyes.

That night, he arrived at Santa Regina Hospital with four escorts and an armored vehicle outside.

Beside him was Brenda, perfectly dressed, diamonds glowing like a second skin.

Inside the hospital, one of Victor’s trusted men had been rushed into surgery after a shooting on the Mexico–Toluca highway.

Victor didn’t come to pray.

He came to make sure no one made mistakes.

“Relax, my love,” Brenda said softly, adjusting her hair. “Everyone here knows who you are.”

Victor didn’t respond.

His shoes echoed through the white hallway like a warning. Nurses stepped aside. Doors seemed to close themselves.

But everything changed the moment he reached the trauma unit.

Through the glass…

He saw her.

Elena Salgado.

The woman he had loved more than anything.

The woman he had thrown out eight months ago.

The woman he had called a traitor.

And the woman who was now dying on a blood-soaked operating table.

Victor froze.

Her face was pale. Lips turning purple. Her body barely responding as doctors shouted commands.

“Pressure dropping!”

“Internal bleeding!”

“Prepare resuscitation!”

Brenda squeezed his arm.

“She’s still causing problems even now,” she whispered. “Don’t get emotional over her.”

But then another voice cut through the chaos:

“Stop—protect the baby!”

Victor turned sharply.

“Thirty-two weeks pregnant! Fetal heartbeat is unstable!”

Everything inside him stopped.

Thirty-two weeks.

Eight months.

The same night he had thrown her out.

She had already been carrying his child.

Victor’s breath broke.

“Impossible…” he whispered.

Brenda scoffed.

“Don’t be naive, Victor. You think that child is yours? Women like her—”

Victor slowly turned his head.

Something in his eyes changed.

Not anger.

Suspicion.

Behind the glass, Elena’s eyes suddenly opened.

Even through pain and blood, she saw him.

Her lips moved silently.

One word.

Why.

Then the monitor screamed.

A flatline warning filled the room.

“NO PULSE!”

“DEFIBRILLATOR—NOW!”

Victor stepped forward—

But Brenda blocked him.

“Don’t,” she said coldly. “Let it end. She betrayed you.”

And in that moment…

Victor realized something terrifying.

Maybe the real betrayal wasn’t Elena.

Maybe it was the person standing beside him.