And the man in the ivory suit, smiling in a way he had never smiled at me… was my husband. Standing beside him in white was Valeria Cruz, a junior employee from my own company.
Then I saw the caption.
“My son is finally truly happy with Valeria. He finally chose the right woman.”
I went cold.
When I zoomed in, I saw all of them. His sisters. His cousins. His uncles. Every single person smiling for the camera. They all knew. They had all helped hide it.
While I was paying the mortgage on our mansion in Bosques de las Lomas, covering Mauricio’s sports car, and wiring monthly money to his mother… they were celebrating my humiliation.
I called Lidia, praying it was some sick joke.
It wasn’t.
“Sofía, accept reality,” she said. “You couldn’t give my son children. Valeria is pregnant. She is a real woman. Don’t stand in their way.”
Something inside me broke.
Not into tears.
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