At my divorce hearing, eight months pregnant, the judge gave me nothing. My husband smirked, “Let’s see how you survive without me.” Then a billionaire walked in and said, “My daughter is better off without you.” His victory shattered instantly.

Hector laughed nervously.

“Your daughter? Mariana is an orphan. I saw her records. Someone is deceiving you.”

Catalina raised one hand.

Six lawyers entered carrying black briefcases.

One placed a thick file on the judge’s desk.

“Your Honor,” he said, “we present evidence of fraud, forged documents, identity theft, altered civil records, misappropriation of funds, and bribery of public officials.”

Judge Rivas began to sweat.

And Hector stopped smiling.

The lawyer opened the file.

“Twenty-eight years ago, Mrs. Catalina Aranda lost her newborn daughter during an arson attack at a family property in San Miguel de Allende. She was told the baby died.”