—Yes. Because I didn't intend to get married without you knowing the truth. And because I didn't want to continue being a coward.
Álvaro Méndez reached into his jacket's inside pocket and pulled out a thick envelope.
"We made copies of everything. We also visited a notary in Mexico City and an attorney specializing in probate." He handed me the envelope. "I didn't know if you wanted to file a complaint, but we wanted you to be able to choose based on information, not lies."
I took the envelope without opening it. It weighed very little, but I felt like I was holding a hot stone in my hands.
My mother burst out laughing in disbelief.
—Are you going to destroy your family for money?
This time it was Clara who answered, with impeccable coolness:
