A year after the divorce, I was called back to witness the reading of the family’s will. They laughed when I entered the room, thinking I was just a replaced past… until the will was read and everyone was shocked.

Tailored suit. Perfect posture. That polished smile I once believed in.

Camila stood beside him, flawless as always, her hand resting lightly on his arm—as if she had always belonged there.

She carried the quiet arrogance of someone who thinks stealing a man is the same as earning him.

Doña Teresa sat upright, watching me with sharp, calculating eyes, as if she had been waiting for this moment.

The lawyer cleared his throat.