Then his tone changed instantly — from anger… to pleading.
“Sofía… listen… we can talk about this. You’re overreacting. You’re emotional right now.”
I almost laughed.
Emotional?
They had married behind my back. Used my money. Celebrated my humiliation.
And I was emotional?
“I’m actually very calm,” I replied.
“Sofía… where are we supposed to go?”
That question hit him harder than anything.
For the first time in years, Mauricio realized something terrifying:
He didn’t know how to survive without me.
“No idea,” I said softly.
Then I hung up.
