“You’re selfish! After everything we’ve given you!”
I laughed bitterly.
“This house wasn’t given to me. I earned it. You didn’t pay for it. You didn’t build it. Marriage doesn’t give you ownership.”
On the screen, something shifted.
Family members stepped away from Ofelia.
The power she once held… collapsed.
Sergio spoke again, voice breaking:
“Let me go in and get my things.”
“No,” I said. “My lawyer will arrange that—with witnesses. You’re not entering alone again.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“No. You left the marriage the day you chose to betray me.”
No one defended Ofelia anymore.
Her perfect celebration—ruined.
The cake sat untouched. The balloons drifted in the wind. The party she imagined had turned into public humiliation.
And yet…
