CHAPTER 2 — THE DOOR THAT NO LONGER OPENED
Berta stared at the security camera screen in disbelief.
“What kind of joke is this?” she shouted, rattling the locked gate.
Inside the house, Renata calmly sipped her coffee.
“It’s not a joke,” she replied through the speaker. “It’s ownership.”
Berta’s face turned red.
“Open this door right now!”
“No.”
The single word hit harder than any argument.
For three years, Berta had walked into the house whenever she pleased. She had criticized the furniture, inspected closets, opened mail, and treated the property as if it belonged to her son.
Because Alonso had allowed it.
But today was different.
Berta called Alonso immediately.
Ten minutes later, he arrived in a black SUV, still wearing yesterday's suit.
“Renata, what are you doing?” he demanded.
She opened the door—but only enough to hand him a thick envelope.
Inside were property records.
Mortgage documents.
Corporate filings.
And one undeniable fact.
The San Ángel mansion had never belonged to Alonso.
It belonged entirely to Renata.
Purchased years before their marriage through the Salazar Family Trust.
Alonso’s confident expression vanished.
“That can't be right.”
“It is,” Renata answered quietly.
Berta snatched the papers.
“You're lying!”
“Read page seven.”
Berta did.
Then her hands began to shake.
Because page seven showed that neither Alonso nor Berta had legal ownership of a single brick in the house.
For the first time in years, neither of them had anything to say.
But Renata wasn't finished.
“By the way,” she added. “The auditors arrived at the office this morning.”
Alonso froze.
“What auditors?”
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Renata smiled.
“The ones reviewing every peso you've been hiding.”
