Memories flooded back—the lies, the late-night excuses, the receipts from a secret apartment, and finally, that day she saw Ruth walking out of it, adjusting her blouse like she owned everything Cristina had built.
Including her husband.
A knock on the window pulled her back.
Damian stood there in a perfect suit, wearing that confident, rehearsed smile.
Beside him, Ruth looked polished and expensive, her presence loud without saying a word.
“Shall we?” Damian asked.
Cristina stepped out calmly.
“I wouldn’t want to delay the most important day of your life.”
Ruth smirked.
“No hard feelings, right? This is better for everyone.”
Her eyes drifted deliberately to Cristina’s belly.
“You have… different priorities now.”
Cristina didn’t react.
“You’re right,” she said quietly. “Priorities do change.”
But something in her tone made Ruth hesitate.
Inside the courthouse, the tension was thick.
By the time they reached the courtroom, Cristina felt her baby move inside her—as if even he knew something important was about to happen.
This wasn’t an ending.
It was a beginning.
The judge began the proceedings.
Damian confirmed the divorce with smooth confidence, already imagining his new life.
Cristina confirmed it too—her voice steady, without bitterness.
Everything seemed simple.
Clean.
Until her lawyer spoke.
“Before signing,” he said, “we need to review certain financial matters.”
Damian frowned.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
The lawyer opened a folder.
“The company Reformas Hurtado SL was funded entirely by Cristina Montalvo.”
Silence.
Total silence.
Ruth froze.
Damian blinked, confused.
“That’s impossible,” his lawyer protested. “He’s the owner.”
“No,” Cristina’s lawyer replied calmly. “He manages it. She owns it.”
The truth settled like a weight in the room.
Cristina watched them quietly.
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