In the video, Eduardo looked tired.
But clear.
“They pressured Diego,” he said. “They offered him control. I refused.”
“If I’m gone and he pushes you out… it means they continued without me.”
“The real will is in this folder.”
“Fight.”
I cried.
Not from grief.
From clarity.
Everything was there.
Proof.
Manipulation.
Forgery.
A plan.
I hired a lawyer.
Filed motions.
Blocked accounts.
Stopped everything.
When Diego called, he was furious.
“You’re destroying me!”
“No,” I said calmly. “They are using you.”
