“That man… Adrián,” Héctor said slowly, “is not as untouchable as he thinks.”
Days later, I learned that Héctor had been fired years earlier for refusing to cover up financial irregularities… irregularities linked to Adrián Beltrán.
What followed was not divine revenge. It was human justice.
Héctor still had copies of documents—hidden transfers, tax evasion, bribes. And now he also had a direct witness to abuse: me.
Meanwhile, Lucía began visiting me in secret. Adrián’s shoves were no longer just verbal. She was trapped.
Héctor submitted the evidence to the prosecutor’s office. Everything moved quickly.
One Monday morning, the mansion on Santa Eleanor Drive was surrounded by federal agents. Adrián was arrested in front of cameras, handcuffed, shouting that it was all a mistake.
Lucía, trembling, signed the divorce papers that very same day.
But something was still missing. Adrián had to face me.
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