They thought I would keep funding their lives out of fear of being alone.

They thought wrong.

They forgot one simple, inconvenient truth.

Everything they were standing on… was mine.

The house.

The cars.

The accounts.

The investments.

All of it.

That night, I checked into a five-star hotel and made exactly one call.

“My lawyer,” I said when he answered. “I want the house in Bosques sold. Immediately. I don’t care about the price. I want the funds cleared and transferred into my personal account within twenty-four hours.”

There was a pause.

“Understood.”

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