“But your father found out the truth two weeks before he died. He found out that Damián would never divorce him.
That it was all a fraud. He was going to amend the will a second time. To protect you. But he died before he could do so. »
The last message read:
“The heart attack was not natural. There is evidence. I worked with your father. I know what happened. And I have the documents. If you want to know more, call this number tomorrow. »
My world stopped.
They were telling me that my father had been murdered? That Damián was involved in it?
I looked at the bed. He was always there. Asleep. Peaceful.
And I, sitting in that armchair, with my dress crumpled and soaked in tears, I understood.
I had married a murderer.
With a man who had killed my father to take my money.
With a man who wasn’t even legally married to me, since he was still married to her.
I didn’t sleep that night.
I stayed awake until morning. Something to think about. To plan.
At seven o’clock, I called the number. He was an old man. He told me that he was my father’s private lawyer. He explained everything to me in detail.