Doña Teresa placed the fake papers on top of Julián’s coffin and leaned toward me.
“You are leaving the house today. The accounts are frozen. The cars, the properties, the company… everything returns to the real family.”
I stared at the coffin, wishing I could wake up from the nightmare. The morning before Julián left, he had said something strange to me.
“Whatever happens, trust Arturo. I’ve already handled everything.”
Arturo was his lawyer.
But Arturo was not there.
Doña Teresa raised her hand and signaled to two security men.
“Take her out before she keeps performing.”
Then the huge church doors suddenly burst open.
The sound was so loud that everyone froze.
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