—“And here’s the most important detail. The second will also states that if any attempt at dispossession or fraudulent management by a spouse is proven, that spouse loses any preferential property rights arising from the marriage and assumes civil liability for damages.”
Alejandro turned pale.
—“What the hell did you do?”
I smiled. Not sweetly. Clearly.
—“I learned to stop being naive two days before you decided to put on a show with my glasses, my furniture, and my guests.”
—“Our guests!” he snapped.
—“No. Mine too. In a house my father paid for. With a dinner I organized. While you were rehearsing your free man speech.”
I watched him swallow hard. He wasn’t acting anymore.
And that gave me a quiet, almost cruel serenity.
Doña Patricia stepped closer, her face twisted in rage.
—“You ungrateful brat. My son gave you your last name, your position, your first name…”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
—“Name? My name was built by my father. My position was earned by his work. And all your son did was try to take what he couldn’t earn on his own.”
It struck her like a slap.
Alejandro tried to reclaim some authority.
—“You’re not going to ruin me over a misunderstanding.”
—“No. You ruined yourself when you thought I would sign away what you wanted out of greed.”
I took my cell phone from my bag.
—“And so no one thinks this is just an exaggerated domestic argument, the audio recordings where you and your mother talk about ‘waiting for the right moment to get me out of the company before I get suspicious’ should already be in the council’s inbox.”
Patricia’s eyes widened.
Fernanda stepped back from Alejandro.
He looked at me as if he finally saw a different woman standing before him.
—“You wouldn’t do that.”
—“I already did.”
That’s when the doorbell rang.
No one had been expecting anyone.
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