Arturo stood proudly at the altar in a navy-blue suit.

Mariela walked down the aisle wearing a long white veil and a triumphant smile.

It looked like the perfect social media wedding.

Then we arrived.

I held Abril’s hand tightly.

Renata carried a framed photo of Rosa.

And Lucía walked ahead of us holding the purple notebook against her chest.

The whispers began immediately.

Arturo spotted us and instantly lost his smile.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed while rushing toward us. “Leave before I call security.”

“We didn’t come to fight,” Lucía answered calmly. “We came to give our mother the goodbye she deserved.”

“Your mother is already dead,” Arturo snapped.

Lucía lifted her chin.

“But the truth isn’t.”

At that exact moment, two investigators entered the hacienda alongside Beatriz, a social worker, and one of Arturo’s company executives.

The violin music stopped.

Mariela froze halfway down the aisle.

One of the officers approached Arturo.

“Arturo Medina, you need to come with us regarding an active investigation.”

He laughed nervously.

“You can’t be serious. This is my wedding.”

“The investigation includes evidence of emotional abuse, workplace manipulation, medical neglect, and coercion against Rosa Herrera,” Beatriz said firmly.

Mariela turned pale.

“What evidence?”

Lucía stepped forward.