My father had hired a private detective. He had proof that Damián was married. Emails, messages, bank statements.
And above all: evidence that Damián had paid someone to slowly poison him with a substance that caused a heart attack.
“Your father had left instructions,” the lawyer said.
“If something happened to him before he changed the will, I had to contact you after you got married. He knew that Damián would force you to marry to get the inheritance. And he has a plan to trap him. »
A shiver ran through me.
My father protected me, even from his grave.
The lawyer explained to me that the will contained a hidden clause.
If my marriage was fraudulent or if it was proven that my husband had committed a crime against my family, the will was automatically annulled. Everything came back to me. No strings attached.
“We have already handed over the evidence to the police,” he added. “They are waiting for your testimony.”
I hung up. I took a deep breath.
And that’s when Damián woke up.
He looked at me from the bed. With that arrogant smile. The one who had seduced me. But I could only see darkness.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, sarcastically.