Millionaire discovers his employee carrying his twins… and everything comes to light!
What the hell are you doing with my children? Tomás Rivas’s shout cut through the
air like a whip crack. He stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance to the nursery, the
His eyes widened. The briefcase slipped from his hand and shattered against the marble. In front of him, Angela
Morales. The employee, hired just a week ago, was mopping the floor.
while carrying her 5-month-old twins as if they were her own. Nicholas
He slept on her back, tied up with a worn shawl. Gael on her chest
Looking at everything with bright eyes. And for the first time in 50 months, none
She was crying. Angela turned slowly toward him, unhurriedly, without fear. Her eyes
The dark figures looked at him with a tranquility that completely disarmed him. I don’t make them
“Damage, sir,” she said softly. “I’m just… I’m just looking out for them.”
Thomas opened his mouth to roar another order, but the words got stuck in his throat.
in his throat. Because while he screamed, while his voice rebounded against
The twins weren’t frightened by the marble walls. Gael held out a little hand.
He looked toward his father, as if he were recognizing him for the first time. Nicholas
She opened her eyes slowly, without a single tear. Those children who had cried
Nonstop for five endless months. Those babies who rejected contact
human, who tensed up when the nannies tried to pick them up, who had
turned his mansion into a hell of desperate screams.
Now they looked like two completely different little beings.
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A domestic worker who held a secret capable of healing a family
broken and a psychologist who would do anything to destroy that connection
inexplicable. After that order roared and I saw the strange tranquility in their eyes
Angela, Tomas had frozen in the doorway of the nursery. She didn’t know if he was furious,
Confused or relieved. For the first time in 5 months, their children weren’t crying. Three
Hours later he was in his study with an untouched glass of whiskey on his desk and a thousand questions.
bombarding his mind. Clara’s photograph watched him from the gilded frame
as if judging him by his reaction. His wife was smiling from the picture, the
Her hands caressed the eight-month pregnant belly that had held the twins. She had
That special glow that only happy pregnant women possess.
Green eyes shone with a hope that Tomás would never see again. The birth
It had begun on a rainy Tuesday in February. The twins arrived prematurely.
At 36 weeks, fighting for every breath in incubators that seemed
Space capsules. Clara endured 12 hours of labor, smiling even through the pain
It overwhelmed her. “They’re going to be beautiful, Tomás,” she had whispered, squeezing his
with what little strength he had left. They’re going to fill your heart with love, but
Her heart stopped before she could meet them. Postpartum hemorrhage.
unforeseen complications. In a matter of minutes, the woman who had been his
Light faded for eight years as two small beings fought for
surviving in separate rooms. Tomás had never wanted to be a father. The
Business, mergers, numbers, and strategies were his areas of expertise.
natural language. Babies were uncharted territory.
especially these babies who arrived marked by tragedy. During the
In the first few months, she hired the best nannies in the country, women with degrees
university graduates, experience in intensive care, impeccable references.
They all lasted less than a month. “The children aren’t sleeping, Mr. Rivas,” he told him.
Each one explained her reasons for resigning. They cry nonstop, they don’t respond to stimuli,
They needed specialized help. Then Dr. Marcela Ibáñez arrived.
a child psychologist, a close friend of Clara’s since university, a woman of
42 years old with platinum hair and a smile that never reached her eyes.
He had studied at Harvard, had a private practice in the most exclusive neighborhood of the city, and spoke with the
authority of someone who had never doubted herself. Babies are experiencing
“emotional trauma,” he diagnosed during his first visit, observing the
twins from a clinical distance. The loss of the maternal figure during the
The most vulnerable moment of their lives has generated a pattern of severe separation anxiety. Their words sounded
Logical, scientific. Tomás clung to them like a lifeline. What
What do you recommend, doctor? Strict routine, controlled stimulation, nothing else.
Premature emotional bonds with temporary caregivers. Children
They need stability, not emotional turmoil. Under their supervision, the house
It became a clinic, with military-style meal times and naps.
timed, educational toys arranged according to development manuals
Childish. Everything’s perfect in theory. In practice,
Nicholas and Gael remained two inconsolable little beings who