was my husband.
Beside her, dressed in white, was Valeria Cruz,
a junior employee of my own company.
The text under the photo was the final blow:
“My son, you are finally truly happy with Valeria. You finally made the right choice.”
I was frozen.
When I zoomed in on the picture, I saw his whole family: sisters, uncles, cousins… all celebrating.
They all knew.
They were all accomplices.
While I was paying the mortgage on our mansion in Bosques de las Lomas, while I was covering Mauricio’s sports car and sending monthly money to my mother-in-law… they were celebrating their betrayal.
I called Lidia hoping it was a cruel joke.
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