Beside him, a blonde woman. About thirty years old. With a medium-sized suitcase.
And between them… clinging to a plastic truck, a two-year-old dark-haired boy.
“Isabella, come in and we’ll talk calmly,” Fernando said, as if he were about to propose a kitchen remodel.
“This is my son. His name is Mateo .
This is Camila .
Things have changed. And you’re going to have to accept it.”
Seeing them there… I just smiled.
I made a decision that made Fernando immediately understand that, from that moment on, nothing belonged to him…
And what he was about to witness would change his life forever.
Part 2 …
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t cry.
I looked at the child.
He was innocent of everything.
Then I looked at the woman.
Suddenly she avoided eye contact with me.
And in the end, I looked at my husband.
I went to the sideboard in the hall.
I took out a blue folder.
I handed it to him.
“These are the divorce papers,” I told him. “
And the deeds for the termination of your position as administrator.”
Fernando smiled contemptuously.
He read the first page.
Then the second.
Then the third.
His smile crumbled.
