PART 2

At the door stood a woman in a suit, a police officer, and a court official.

“Valeria Gómez?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Behind me, Iván’s voice tightened. “What is this?”

The official stepped forward.

“We’re here regarding a fraud complaint, identity misuse, and asset protection measures filed by Ms. Gómez.”

Rocío laughed nervously. “This is ridiculous. We’re family.”

The lawyer ignored her. “Ms. Gómez, do you wish to proceed?”

No one had asked me that in years.

“Yes,” I said. “Come in.”

Iván tried to block them. “This is my house.”

“Can you prove that?” the official replied.

Silence.

Rocío stepped in. “He’s her husband. Everything she has is his.”

“That’s not how the law works,” the lawyer said coldly. “Especially with forged signatures and unauthorized accounts.”

I placed another document on the table.

A credit card application in my name—with a forged signature.

Then another.

Two first-class tickets to Hawaii. Not one.

For Rocío… and Iván.

He demanded I pay—but planned to leave with her anyway.

Iván went pale.

“I was going to tell you—”

“When? After you emptied everything?”

The lawyer added more evidence—transfers to Rocío’s account, mortgage money that had been diverted.

I turned slowly toward Iván.

“I gave you money every month.”

He broke. “Mom said we’d fix it—just borrow for now…”

Always his mother.

Rocío snapped. “Of course we used it! You earn enough. That’s what wives are for!”

The room went cold.

I handed over the final document.

The house deed.

“In the name of Valeria Gómez.”

Only mine.

They froze.

Because in that moment, they realized—

They hadn’t just stolen from me.

They had tried to throw me out of my own house.

And the worst part was still coming.