“Then you should have dealt with your childhood trauma before getting married.”
“Give me six months,” he pleaded. “I’m in therapy. I’m finding a new job away from the family. I’ll cut them off completely.”
Sofia placed her phone on the table.
The call log from that day filled the screen.
“For thirty-three minutes while I walked through the rain, you didn’t call once. The moment your family lost a corporate contract, you called twenty-six times.”
She looked directly at him.
“That was when I understood exactly what I meant to you.”
Javier cried quietly.
“I really did love you.”
“Maybe in your own weak way. But I refuse to spend my life competing with your fear of your mother and your family’s obsession with my money.”
She stood.
“Sign the divorce papers, Javier.”
One month later, he did.
The bank’s investigation concluded, and through his attorneys, Javier admitted that he had used Sofia’s financial documents without her consent.
