Bought before the marriage.
In my name.
Doña Teresa didn’t know it, or pretended not to know it. To her, every man was the owner and every wife should be grateful.
That night, while she kept shouting, I sent the video to my lawyer, my chief financial officer, and Human Resources.
The next morning, Alejandro arrived at the office and his computer would no longer turn on.
At 9:20, his corporate access was suspended.
At 10:00, his company card was canceled.
At 11:15, the driver of the SUV registered under my company’s name received orders to pick it up.
And at noon, the locksmith changed the lock on the house.
When Teresa tried to get in with her key, the door would not open.
And the worst had not even begun yet….
PART 1
—Tear another one, Teresa, and tomorrow you won’t even have a key to enter this house.
The sentence came out of my mouth so calmly that everyone in the kitchen froze, except my mother-in-law, who was still clutching my white dress in her hands, the one I had just bought for a dinner with business partners in Santa Fe.
Doña Teresa looked at me as if I were an insolent servant.
—Now you’re going to threaten me in my son’s house? —she spat—. You are nobody, Mariana. Everything you have is given to you by Alejandro.
Before I could answer, she pulled the fabric so hard that the dress split in half. The sound pierced my chest. Not because of the money, but because of the humiliation. I had paid for that dress myself, with my salary, from my company, from the account I had before I got married.
Alejandro was standing by the refrigerator, his tie loose and his face tired.
