I am Isabella Cruz, and for almost 8 months, my husband, Adrian, had been living across town with another woman.
Adrian ignored my calls. He didn’t show up when the ceiling started leaking, when my mom was hospitalized, or when my dad’s heart condition worsened. In all that time, he sent me only one message:
“Stop overreacting. You’ll be fine.”
After that, my parents passed away in a car crash on their way home from visiting my aunt in another city. In a single night, I lost the only two people who had ever loved me without conditions.
The next morning, my father’s attorney, Mr. Delgado, told me that their home, their savings, a small rental property, and a life insurance policy—worth more than 25 million dollars—had all been left to me.
