I didn’t stop there.

“Freeze every shared account.”

“Done.”

“Cancel every card issued to Mauricio.”

“Consider it finished.”

“And remove his access to anything that carries my name.”

Silence.

Then: “It will be handled.”

Three days later, they came back.

Mauricio and his bride.

No private driver this time. Just a taxi.

They stepped out slowly, like people returning to something they believed still belonged to them.

Valeria adjusted her coat. Mauricio walked ahead, confident.

He reached for the gate.

The key didn’t work.

He tried again.

Nothing.

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