Five minutes wrk after signing the divorce papers
They believed everything they gained came from their own talent.
With high salaries and generous benefits—approved by me without their knowledge—they quickly became wealthy. They bought a large house, luxury cars, and began living a life of comfort.
But as their wealth grew… so did their arrogance.
Everything changed when I was seven months pregnant.
One night, Alejandro came home holding a manila envelope. Behind him stood his mother—and his mistress, Fernanda, an executive at the same company.
“Sign this,” he said coldly, tossing divorce papers onto the table.
I stared at the documents, then at my belly.
“Alejandro… I’m pregnant,” I said quietly.
Doña Rebeca laughed with open contempt.
“You think a pregnancy will keep you in my son’s life? Open your eyes. My son is about to become Vice President of Grupo Altamira. And you? You’re nothing but a poor, useless woman we’re tired of supporting.”
Fernanda smirked, clinging to his arm. “He needs a partner on his level—someone with class and ambition. Look at you… you look like hired help.”
I looked at Alejandro, hoping—just once—he would defend me.
But he didn’t.
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