My husband had been in his coffin only a few hours when my mother-in-law demanded our house keys.

For a moment, I could not breathe.

The crowd began whispering at once. Businessmen, politicians, relatives, trusted employees—everyone turned toward me as if I had committed a crime.

“That’s a lie,” I managed to say, but my voice broke.

Doña Teresa gave a low laugh.

“My son died, but he was not a fool. We already knew what you were. An opportunist. A nobody trying to trap him with another man’s child.”