“That’s all I have…”
I stared at her.
“I also gave you everything I had.”
Silence.
“Secondly,” I continued, “immediate transfer of all shares in my name.”
“That’s absurd—”
“It’s legal,” I interrupted.
Pause.
“And thirdly…”
I looked at Diego.
He avoided my gaze.
“I’m going to file for divorce.”
The blow was brutal.
My mother-in-law recoiled.
“Divorce? Impossible! What about the child?”
“The child,” I replied, “needs a mother who doesn’t humiliate herself so that others feel important.”
Diego reacted.
“Lucía, you’re exaggerating, we can sort this out—”
I denied it.
“No.”
“Not this time.”
“This is already resolved.”
Camila let out a nervous laugh.
“And you think you’re going to come out on top? That you’re going to start from scratch as if nothing happened?”
I looked at her.
Pacifique.
“I’m not starting from scratch.”
A pause.
“I’m going to start without you.”
That hit her harder than any threat.
The phones kept buzzing.
The news was spreading faster than she could control it.
Inspections.
Closures.
Audits.
All at once.
It wasn’t luck.
It was a consequence.
I took the file.
I closed it.
“You have 48 hours,” I said. “After that, everything will proceed through legal channels.”
I turned away.
I headed for the door.
“—Lucía—” Diego’s voice stopped me.
I didn’t turn around.
“Sorry.”
I closed my eyes for a second.
Five years of waiting for that note.
And it arrived…
when it was no longer needed.
“Keep it,” I replied. “I don’t need it anymore.”
I opened the door.
The outside light suddenly flooded in.
Brighter.
Cleaner.
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