Until I put three filing cabinets on his desk. Three years of testing.
That’s when he understood.
The trap was simple and perfect:
Victor would be left with:
the house,
the company,
cars…
And also with all the associated debts, legally, in writing, without going back.
I would ask for little: 50,000, my belongings, and joint custody.
Crumbs… so that he would sign with joy.
And it worked.
The Final Day: When His Lawyer Looked at Him in Panic
The hearing arrived.
Victor arrived bright, confident, with an expensive suit and a new watch. Lorena was smiling. Brenda waited outside.
I entered as it suited me: simple, tired, defeated.
