Belén smiled all night, but later I found out she had been saying at the beauty salon that Diego was only with me because of the house. That he was manipulating me. That I wasn’t the same anymore.
Then my mother called me.
“Your father and I think the house should go to Belén.”
I froze.
“Mom, I paid for the renovation.”
“It was a gift to the family. Don’t use it to pressure us.”
“You promised.”
“Circumstances change. Belén needs stability. You have Diego.”
That phrase opened my eyes: to them, I had bought the house so my sister could inherit it.
The week before the wedding, I went to get some boxes from the garage. From the window, I heard Belén talking on a video call.
“When they transfer the house to me, I’ll sell it. Travis already checked the prices. We can easily get 5 million.”
A man replied:
“And your parents don’t know about me?”
“Not yet. First the house. I told them Diego wants to steal it from Valeria, and they swallowed it completely. Valeria is an idiot for putting 1,700,000 into something that will never be hers.”
I didn’t record it. I didn’t scream. I just left.
When I got home, Diego found me crying in the kitchen. I told him everything. He didn’t slam the table. He didn’t insult anyone. He just took my hand and said:
“Then at the wedding, if they want an audience, they’ll have an audience.”
I didn’t understand until the day my mother took the microphone.
PART 2
