I went cold. When I zoomed in, I saw them all. His sisters. His cousins.
His uncles. Every single person smiling for the camera. Everyone knew.
Everyone had helped hide it. While I was paying the mortgage on our mansion in Bosques de las Lomas, covering Mauricio’s sports car, and sending monthly money to his mother…
They were celebrating my humiliation. I called Lidia, praying it was a sick joke.
It wasn’t. “Sofía, accept reality,” she said. “You couldn’t give my son children.
Valeria is pregnant. She is a real woman. Don’t stand in her way.” Something inside me broke.
Not into tears. Into clarity. They thought I was weak. They thought I would keep funding the betrayal because I was too afraid of being alone.
They thought they could use my money and still laugh at me behind my back.
They forgot one very important detail. Everything was in my name. The mansion.
The cars. The investments. The accounts. That very night, I checked into a five-star hotel and called my lawyer.
“Sell the house in Bosques today,” I said. “I don’t care at what price you do it.
I want the money moved to my personal account by tomorrow.” Then I gave three more orders.
Freeze every shared account. Cancel all cards Mauricio was carrying. Remove every access point he had to anything I owned.
