Alejandro froze.
And I knew there was still something worse to uncover.
PART 3
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I was afraid of Teresa, but because of the way Alejandro had turned pale when she spoke of “things that still hadn’t come to light.” The next morning, I requested an urgent audit.
Three days later, my chief financial officer walked into my office with a red folder.
—Mariana, you need to see this.
What we found was lower than I had imagined.
Alejandro had not only shared confidential information with his mother. He had also been secretly negotiating with a competitor from Monterrey. He had given them data on routes, margins, clients, and costs. Not to formally sell the company, but to prepare his exit with a better position, presenting himself as the man who “really ran” Ruta Norte Logística.
And Teresa knew.
Worse still: she had bragged at family meals that Alejandro would soon “keep everything” or, at the very least, leave me “without control.”
The torn clothes had only been the first act of a humiliation they had spent months imagining.
When Valeria presented the evidence, Alejandro’s lawyer stopped threatening and started asking for settlements. The board of directors approved internal legal action. I didn’t make a spectacle. I didn’t need to. The documents spoke louder than any scream.
Two weeks later, I agreed to see Alejandro at a café in Colonia Roma. He arrived without an expensive watch, without the SUV, without that smile of a man used to being forgiven.
—My mother filled my head —he murmured.
—Your mother tore my clothes —I replied—. You broke my trust.
He ran his hands over his face.
—I thought you would always fix everything.
That was the most honest confession he had given me in years.
