—Dad, what did you do? —his voice was no longer arrogant… it was tense.
I didn’t respond immediately.
I just breathed.
—Open the door, Diego—I finally said.
There was a brief silence. Then the sound of the lock.
The door opened.
And what she saw… made her voice disappear completely.
“Good morning,” said a man in a perfectly pressed gray suit. “Is this Mr. Diego Salazar?”
He was not a visitor.
He wasn’t a friend.
He was the new owner.
Behind him were two other men, one with a thick folder and the other with a cold, professional expression.
Lucía appeared behind Diego.
“What’s going on?” he asked, frowning.
The man in the suit smiled slightly, but without warmth.
—This property was legally transferred this morning. You have until 6 p.m. to vacate.
The silence that followed… was absolute.
“What?” Diego let out a nervous laugh. “This is a joke.”
“No, sir,” the other man replied, opening the folder. “Here are the documents. The property belongs to Grupo Mastín Inversiones… and it has been sold.”
Lucía grabbed Diego’s arm tightly.
—Tell them they were wrong.
But Diego no longer spoke.
Because at that moment… he remembered.
She remembered the night before.
She remembered my words.
She remembered my gaze.
“Dad…” she murmured, returning to the phone. “What did you do?”
“I just finished what I should have done a long time ago,” I replied calmly.
“You can’t do this!” her voice exploded. “This is my house!”
—No, Diego —I said—. He never was.
There were ragged breaths on the other side.
Lucía tried to intervene.
—This is illegal! We’re going to sue!
The man in the suit simply raised a hand.
—You can consult your lawyers. Everything is in order.
