“Now it offers speed because it can’t offer you anything else,” she said.
The procedure took months, not years.
That was the most surprising part.
When the evidence is undeniable, arrogance only speeds things up.
At the hearing, Héctor insisted that everything had been consensual.
Then the audio he’d sent from Mexico City was played, his own attempt at cleverness:
“I used your card, anyway, you owe me a treat.”
Next came the early morning login records,
the invoices issued to my company,
the reservations under Candela’s name…
and the prenuptial agreement.
His story unraveled… piece by piece.
The verdict didn’t return my lost time,
but it restored my control.
Recoverable funds were returned,
assets seized to cover the remainder…
and the divorce was finalized without disputes over my properties.
Héctor left the courthouse without a watch, without an apartment, and without the triumphant air he had worn when he first entered the house.
I stepped outside with Marisol, crossing the square slowly…
pausing for a moment in the sunlight, as if to confirm the world still had its normal warmth.
Six months later, I changed the locks, renovated the office, and expanded the business.
I kept only one thing from that ordeal: the empty watch box, mistakenly returned to me by the police along with other belongings.
One October afternoon, I tossed it away without ceremony.
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