I didn’t need to open it.
I already knew.
But I did anyway.
“Confirmed. Not his child. The whole family is imploding.”
I stared at the screen for a long moment.
Then slowly…
I locked my phone.
My daughter shifted slightly against me, still asleep.
My son squeezed my hand again.
“Mom… are we really leaving?” he asked softly.
I kissed the top of his head.
“Yes, baby.”
“For good?”
I looked out the window as the city faded behind us.
At the life I was leaving.
At the man who had chosen to erase us.
At the family who had called my children nothing.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
And this time…
I meant it.
Behind us, Diego Rivera was losing everything.
His illusion.
His pride.
His “heir.”
And soon…
His name.
Because the real collapse?
It hadn’t even started yet.
