PART 1

“My husband would rather see me humiliated in front of all of Polanco than accept that, that night, I was about to surpass him.”

It started with a single spark—just as the quartet changed songs.

One moment, I was standing beneath the chandeliers of a luxury hotel on Paseo de la Reforma, composed and confident after years of surviving …

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