The man in the ivory suit was smiling in a way I had never seen before.
Not at me.
Never at me.
Standing beside him, dressed in white, was Valeria Cruz — a junior employee from my own company. Young. Polished. Radiant in a way that felt almost staged.
Then I noticed the caption.
“My son is finally happy. He chose the right woman.”
My chest went cold.
I zoomed in.
Faces I knew better than my own reflection stared back at me — his sisters, his cousins, his uncles. Every single one of them smiling. Comfortable. Complicit.
They hadn’t just known.
They had participated.
While I was paying the mortgage on our mansion in Bosques de las Lomas… while I was covering Mauricio’s sports car… while I was sending his mother money every single month—
they were celebrating my replacement.
I called Lidia.
For a second — just one — I hoped it was a misunderstanding.
It wasn’t.
