I stepped into the foyer with my arms crossed.
—It wasn’t because of a dress.
Alejandro swallowed.
—Mariana, let’s talk. My mother made a mistake, but you’re exaggerating.
I looked at him with cold sadness.
—Did I also exaggerate when you used the company card for hotels? When you shared my financial statements with her? When you tried to put your cousin in purchasing even though he didn’t meet the requirements?
Teresa opened her mouth, but for the first time, she found no words.
Alejandro lowered his gaze.
That was when I understood that fear had finally reached him.
Not because he was losing me.
Because he had been discovered.
Desperate, Teresa pointed at the door.
—This house belongs to my son too!
Then Valeria, who had arrived behind me, held out a copy of the deeds.
—No, ma’am. This house was never your son’s. It was only the address where he lived.
Teresa’s face changed.
All her arrogance cracked for a second.
But just when I thought she would leave in silence, she made her final mistake.
She looked at me with hatred and said:
—You don’t know who you’re messing with, Mariana. There are things about your company that still haven’t come to light.
