CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR – DEEP INSULTS

Miguel sat at his desk, rubbing his temples as he tried to focus on the quarterly reports in front of him. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions and stress, with Karina's pregnancy announcement and the subsequent fallout. Just as he was about to dive into the financial projections, his office door swung open without warning. "Miguel, darling! It's been far too long," a sultry voice called out. Miguel's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise and dismay. "Bianca? What are you doing here?" Bianca sauntered into the office, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She perched herself on the edge of Miguel's desk, crossing her legs and leaning towards him. "Can't an old friend drop by to say hello?" Miguel leaned back in his chair, putting some distance between them. "We're not exactly friends, Bianca. And I'm quite busy at the moment." Bianca pouted, running a manicured finger along the edge of Miguel's desk. "Oh, come now. We shared so much more than