“They’re in the city. Alive and well… for now.”
Alma stared at him. Memories hit her like a freight train: the hospital, the poison in her food, Rodrigo’s cruelty, and the face of the man who had always sworn to protect her.
“Alejandro…” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. “It was you.”
He stood and approached the bed.
“I promised you no one would hurt you. I failed. But now it’s my turn to fix it.”
Alma clenched her fists against the white sheets. The physical pain was nothing compared to the fire of rage that burned in her chest.
“I want my children back,” Alma declared. She wasn’t pleading. It was an order.
“You’ll have them. And I’m going to bury that bastard in the desert,” Alejandro replied matter-of-factly.
“No,” Alma interrupted, with a coldness that frightened even Alejandro himself. “I don’t want him de:ad. D3ath is too quick. I want him out on the street, rotting in jail. I want him to watch me tear everything he loves from him.”
Alejandro smirked.
“Your way, then.”
The machinery of revenge was set in motion. No bullets were used; only laws, money, and power were employed. The best law firms in Mexico City were secretly hired. Hackers tracked every bank transaction of Rodrigo and Valeria. They recovered the security camera footage from the house that showed him tampering with his wife’s blood pressure medication. Everything was documented on the USB drive Alma had managed to save.
The big day arrived.
Family Court No. 4 in Mexico City was packed. Rodrigo had initiated a lawsuit to gain full control of a trust fund that Alma’s parents had established for the children. He arrived dressed in a navy blue suit, with Valeria on his arm, sporting new jewelry. He was so confident that he was laughing with his lawyers before entering the courtroom.
The judge, a strict man with thick glasses, called the session to order. Rodrigo began his hypocritical speech, shedding crocodile tears about how “the tragic departure of his beloved wife” had left him as the sole provider for his two babies.
And then, the heavy mahogany doors of the courthouse burst open.
The sound of heels echoed on the marble floor. Alma entered the room. She wore an impeccable red dress, her hair loose, and a gaze that could freeze hell. Behind her walked Alejandro, escorted by four lawyers in black suits.
The silence in the courtroom was deafening. Valeria dropped her Hermès bag, spilling her makeup onto the floor. Rodrigo stood up so quickly he knocked over his chair. His face went from tanned to a sickly ashen color. He began to tremble, unable to utter a single word.
“You… you’re de:ad… I saw you in the coffin…” Rodrigo stammered, backing away as if he were seeing a gh0st.
Alma walked to the stand, stopped two meters away from him, and smiled.
“That’s what you paid the doctor to make him believe. But you didn’t have enough money, Rodrigo.”
The ensuing trial was an absolute massacre. In less than two hours, Alma’s lawyers destroyed the widower’s entire life. They presented the judge with the contents of the USB drive: WhatsApp messages between Rodrigo and Valeria planning the systematic murder, receipts for the adulterated medications, and evidence of financial misappropriation. Valeria, seeing herself crumbling, tried to blame Rodrigo, screaming in the middle of the courtroom and crying desperately to save herself, which forced the guards to subdue her.
The judge immediately issued arrest warrants for attempted femicide, procedural fraud, and document forgery. Investigative police officers were already waiting outside the courthouse to handcuff them.
But Alma had the masterstroke up her sleeve.
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