Too late.
The evidence already existed.
A few weeks later, she left him after discovering that the expensive condo he claimed to own wasn’t actually his either.
The lies eventually ran out.
They always do.
After one hearing, Mauricio waited outside the courthouse.
He looked exhausted.
Older.
Defeated.
“Mariana,” he said.
My attorney immediately stepped forward.
“All communication goes through counsel.”
He ignored her.
“You destroyed me.”
There was a time when those words would have shattered me.
A time when I would have tried to fix his pain.
A time when I would have apologized for problems he created himself.
But not anymore.
I looked at him calmly.
“No, Mauricio.”
I paused.
“I just stopped paying for your life.”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
My father appeared beside me.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
As the elevator doors closed, Mauricio remained alone in the hallway.
No company card.
