A year after the divorce, I was called back to witness the reading of the family’s will. They laughed when I entered the room, thinking I was just a replaced past… until the will was read and everyone was shocked.

And the assets?” she snapped. “Get to the point.”

The lawyer ignored her.

“To Teresa, my wife… I leave the vacation home in Valle de Bravo—under one condition.”

She lifted her chin.

“What condition?”

“Share it.”

“With whom?” she demanded.

The lawyer finally looked up.

“With Lucía Alvarez.”

The silence was suffocating.
“That’s absurd,” Diego said sharply. “She’s not part of this family anymore.”

The lawyer continued without reacting.

“To Camila…”

She straightened immediately.

“I offer you this advice: what is gained through betrayal will be lost the same way.”

Her expression faltered.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“That’s it,” the lawyer replied.

Her jaw clenched in humiliation.