Then the screenshots from Ximena.
Then the text messages revealing his plan.
His attorney tried to minimize everything.
“Your Honor, it was an emotional day. My client believed certain privileges still existed.”
The judge lowered her glasses.
“Your client believed he could sign his ex-wife’s name on corporate documents?”
Mauricio stared at the table.
For the first time, he had no answer.
My attorney stood.
“There was no permission. There was no agreement. There was no misunderstanding. There was only an attempt to charge nearly one million dollars to my client’s business while celebrating with the woman involved in the breakdown of the marriage.”
The judge then read one message aloud.
You’ll regret humiliating me.
The courtroom became silent.
I looked down at my hands.
The same hands that had trembled on that cold courthouse bench.
The same hands that had changed every password while my marriage collapsed around me.
