“It was just to speed up the paperwork!” he shouted. “I was going to tell her before the funds were disbursed!”
“It was already in final approval.”
“But the money hadn’t reached the account!”
“And that makes it acceptable?”
The word **fraud** hung in the room.
Until then, the relatives had tried to treat everything as a family argument between an entitled bride and an overbearing mother-in-law.
Now there were documents.
Money trails.
A signature Sofia said she had never authorized.
The general manager immediately stepped away from Teresa.
“I knew nothing about this.”
“Nobody is accusing you,” Sofia told him.
Then she looked at Javier.
“I’m accusing him.”
Javier dropped into an armchair and covered his face.
“Sofia, please. We just got married.”
“Exactly.”
“Don’t ruin our marriage over a piece of paper.”
“A piece of paper didn’t ruin this marriage. You did when you forged my name. You did when you sat in that car and let your mother humiliate me. And you finished it when you only came running back because your family lost a contract—not because your wife was alone in a storm.”
