They thought they could use me for my fortune, until they returned from their secret wedding and realized they no longer had a single key or penny in their name.
It was almost eight o’clock at night and I was still in my office in Polanco, exhausted after closing the most important project of the year.
I worked tirelessly to maintain my “family’s” lifestyle… while my husband enjoyed it as if it were his right.
I picked up my cell phone and texted Mauricio Ríos, my husband, who was supposedly on a “business trip” in Singapore:
Take care. I miss you a lot.
He did not respond.
I opened Instagram to clear my head.
And in less than a second… my world came crashing down.
The first post was by my mother-in-law, Lidia Ríos.
But it wasn’t just any photo.
It was a wedding.
And the man in the ivory suit, smiling like he never smiled at me before…
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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