I Paid for His Life — He Married Another Woman in Mine

Not at me.

Never at me.

Standing beside him, dressed in white, was Valeria Cruz — a junior employee from my own company. Young. Polished. Radiant in a way that felt almost staged.

Then I noticed the caption.

“My son is finally happy. He chose the right woman.”

My chest went cold.

I zoomed in.

Faces I knew better than my own reflection stared back at me — his sisters, his cousins, his uncles. Every single one of them smiling. Comfortable. Complicit.

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