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.

Chapter 3: The Family Fortune Was Built on Theft

Bank transfers appeared on the screen.

Then private messages.

Then photographs of secret meetings.

Then forged signatures.

I watched Doña Teresa’s face lose color one shade at a time.

Julián’s voice remained steady.

“For two years, my mother and sister stole money from the children’s cancer foundation I created.”

A gasp moved through the church.

“Thirty-eight million pesos disappeared into gambling debts, luxury purchases, vacations, and political favors.”

People who had once bowed their heads respectfully toward Doña Teresa now stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.