PART 3 — The Truth I Buried
PART 3 — The Truth I Buried
The room felt smaller.
My father didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
He placed a folder on the table.
Photos.
Documents.
Proof.
Santiago’s entire empire of lies laid out like corpses.
Forgery.
Psychiatric manipulation.
Financial traps.
Custody fraud.
Beatriz went pale for the first time.
“This is illegal,” she said.
Ricardo smiled slightly.
“So is kidnapping my daughter’s child.”
Santiago looked at me now—really looked at me.
Like he was seeing me for the first time.
“You lied to me,” he said.
I laughed.
A broken sound.
“No,” I whispered.
“You stopped asking questions.”
My father stepped closer to him.
“You didn’t marry a weak woman,” he said.
“You married a woman I trained not to be found.”
Santiago froze.
“You were watching me?” he asked.
May you like
Ricardo’s voice dropped.
“From the moment you touched her.”
