“Affection?”

“You were the one telling everyone I was infertile.”
“You interfered in our marriage and encouraged him to control my money.”
“When he asked me for money, did he ever treat me like family?”

Each word struck her pride like a blow. She trembled with anger, but had no argument left. The murmurs around us grew louder.

At that moment, Mauricio arrived.

Dragging a suitcase in one hand and carrying gifts for his mistress in the other, he froze when he saw what was happening.

“Mom? Rebeca? What’s going on?”

Doña Socorro ran toward him, crying.

“She cut me off! She even sold the house! Where are we going to live now?”

I remained where I stood, arms crossed, watching them calmly.

“I have every right to sell that house.”

“My parents paid for it.”

“And you both forgot something important—you never checked whose name is on the deed.”

Mauricio’s face turned completely pale. Everything fell from his hands. Pamela clung to his arm, looking at me in fear.

I smiled coldly.

“What’s wrong, Mauricio? Did you really think I would support you and your family forever while you cheated on me?”

“Rebeca, you can’t do this!” he shouted, trembling. “That house is ours! Where do you expect my mother to go?”

I stepped closer.

“Your responsibility,” I said, pointing at Pamela, “is the life you chose. If you were bold enough to start another family, then be responsible enough to support it.”

I turned to Doña Socorro.

“You lived like a queen—but forgot that your crown came from the woman you despised.”

Suddenly, she lunged at me, trying to slap me, screaming insults.

But I caught her wrist firmly.