I looked down, pretending to continue in my role as a humble employee, and left the cup on the desk.
Then Camila rushed towards me, hit the table with her palm and started shouting that I was filthy, an uncategorized hug, how dare I touch “her man’s” glass. Before I could say a word, he slapped me.
The blow sounded dry.
I felt my cheek burn. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and a warm drop ran down the corner of my lips.
I took a step back, staggering, but didn’t fall.
Camila stood in front of me with her hands on her waist, pointing at me as if I were trash. He insulted me, he called me little, insignificant, ordinary. The entire executive dining room was silent. Some looked at me with compassion. Others afraid.
I wiped the blood from my mouth and looked up.
Then I saw it.
In Camila’s hand shone a diamond ring with a delicate white gold rose design.
My chest tightened.
That ring was mine.
I had designed it myself to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. He had kept the original sketch in the house safe.
Alejandro paled when he noticed that he had seen him.
He tried to pull Camila to shut her up, but she kept screaming, demanding that I be fired immediately.
I did not say anything.
I turned around, left the office, and closed the door gently.
All the rage that had burned inside me began to cool until it became something much more dangerous: lucidity.
That was no longer just infidelity.
Those two were planning to strip me of everything.
That same night I returned home and didn’t cry.
I turned on the computer and entered the private control system that my father had left hidden from me years ago. I reviewed emails, transfers, account statements, contracts, internal authorizations.
What I found made my blood run cold.
Tens of millions of pesos had been diverted by Alejandro to three shell companies registered in the names of Camila’s brother and mother. He had also stolen my ring design to give to his lover.
I saved everything.
The discussion that afternoon had been recorded in the audio of my watch. Additionally, I recovered videos from a hidden camera installed months ago in the main office. The evidence was enough: adultery, corporate fraud, diversion of resources and a network of shell companies to empty the group’s assets.
I called Mr. Ramiro Salas, a lifelong friend of my father, and we met at an old tea house in San Pedro Garza García. When he finished reviewing the documents, he hit the table furiously.
That same night we prepared the divorce petition, the internal audit and the criminal complaint.
The next morning I dressed in a red, impeccable and powerful tailored suit, and entered the company with my true identity.
In the corporate dining room, Camila was sitting in the VIP area, showing off a thermos engraved with Alejandro’s name, as if she were already the lady of the house.
I approached without haste.
I took the thermos.
And I had a drink.
Camila screamed hysterically and ran towards me. He hit my hand and tried to slap me again. The plates fell to the floor and the roar left the entire dining room speechless.
Alejandro came running.
His face was broken.
He saw me… and his expression was filled with absolute terror.
But Camila, foolish and arrogant, continued insulting me without understanding anything.w
