My husband had been in his coffin only a few hours when my mother-in-law demanded our house keys. “Pack your bags, incubator,” she sneered, tossing a f3ke paternity test onto the coffin. “My son’s millions belong to his real family.” My husband’s lawyer entered with a projector. Then my husband’s face appeared on screen, and his first sentence made my mother-in-law collapse.

The sound of handcuffs closing around her wrists echoed through the cathedral.

Fernanda collapsed to her knees.

“Mom forced me!” she sobbed. “I didn’t know she would actually kill him!”

Doña Teresa turned toward her daughter with pure hatred.

“Useless girl.”

Even then, even with police holding her arms, she tried to poison what remained.

She looked at my stomach.

“That child will never enjoy any of this.”

Slowly, I bent down and picked up my wedding ring from the marble floor.

My hand shook as I slid it back onto my finger.

Then I looked at the woman who had taken my husband from me.