“What are you doing here? I told you not to come.”
“I came to give you a wedding gift,” I said.
“A gift? You have nothing left.”
I looked at him calmly.
“Oh, Daniel. You took grocery money, not the fortune. And that apartment—did you already give the keys to the buyer?”
“Yes. He paid a deposit this morning. Why?”
I smiled slightly.
“Because that apartment doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to a holding company. The power of attorney you used is useless for selling it. You sold something that isn’t yours.”
His face drained of color.
“What… are you saying?”
“That the buyer will discover the fraud. That you forged authorization. That you took advantage of a sick woman. And legally, that’s a crime.”
Vanessa stepped forward, annoyed.
“What is this? Why are you ruining everything?”
I looked at her calmly.
“Enjoy the party. The honeymoon won’t be in Paris.”
At that moment, the doors opened.
Not waiters.
Police officers, an investigator, and my lawyer.
The music stopped. Guests whispered.
An officer approached Daniel.
“Daniel Villanueva, you are under arrest for fraud, forgery, and abuse of trust.”
Vanessa screamed.
“That’s impossible!”
“That doesn’t put you above the law,” the officer replied.