What kind of woman had managed to make Santiago Torres Mendoza marry her without warning a single soul?
Daniella looked around the sitting hall and let out a long breath. She was exhausted—tired of accusations, tired of unexpected guests, and most of all, tired of discussing hidden children, affairs, and DNA tests before she had even managed to eat breakfast.
She folded her arms and spoke with calm politeness.
"Thank you all for showing up at this humble abode we call home."
The words sounded courteous, but the meaning behind them was anything but welcoming. Several people caught it immediately.
