“We sold the house,” he said without hesitation. Pack your things, mother-in-law. My daughter-in-law told me on the same day of her wedding, still wearing the white dress… and in front of everyone, as if the house already belonged to her.

I picked up the phone.

“Deleted Rodrigo Salvatierra,” I said when he answered. There’s someone in my living room claiming he sold my house.

The silence on the other side was short. But cold.

Don’t let them out.

Camila first looked at me without a smile.

Rodrigo asked for speaker.

The residence is under the Montenegro Family Trust. The lady is a lifetime beneficiary. No one can sell without the trustee’s authorization. And the trustee is me.

Camila blinked.

That’s not what the documents say.

“Then they are false,” Rodrigo replied. And that’s federal crime.

The word crime was floating in the air.

Alejandro raised his head.

“Camila… what did you do?

She looked at him without sweetness.

I did what you couldn’t. Your mother controls everything. The money. The decisions. Even you. I’m freeing us.

“Stealing?” he whispered.

At that moment the doorbell rang again.

I looked at the camera.

A black sedan. Two men with clipboards.