Three days after the mistress kicked me out of my own house, she discovered that the company’s bank account balance had dropped to zero.
Three days after my mistress kicked me out of my own house, she discovered that the company’s account balance had been reduced to zero.
She was wearing a silk nightgown that was mine.
She was standing in front of my bedroom door , looking at me with a cold smile and calling me by a name that sounded strange to me.
— The ex.
—Have you finished packing yet?
He leaned against the doorframe.
In his hand he held my mug , from which he was calmly sipping my coffee .
My husband was by her side.
From beginning to end he didn’t even deign to look at me .
“Don’t take so long,” he said coldly. “We need to rest.”
At that moment, something inside me seemed so absurd that I almost laughed.
I built this company from scratch.
This house is in my name.
And did they really think that by kicking me out of here they had already won?
In just three more days they would understand what it truly means to be left with nothing.
“Could you hurry up?” the lover insisted.
She placed the cup on the coffee table with a dry, annoyed “clack” .
—Diego and I are waiting to move into the new house.
New house.
This duplex of three hundred and twenty square meters , where I had lived for five years…
In her mouth it had become a “new home” .
I observed her closely.
She looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old .
Long hair falling softly over her shoulders.
Perfect makeup, without a single visible flaw.
I had bought the silk nightgown she was wearing last month .
I hadn’t even taken the tag off.
“Do you like it?” she smiled when she noticed my gaze. “Diego said your taste wasn’t so bad, that I could wear whatever I wanted.”
Diego Ramirez was on the balcony smoking, with his back to us.
Five years.
We had been married for five years .
“I’ve already put all your things away from the living room,” she said, pointing to several suitcases by the door. “All your personal belongings are there. Go through them if you want.”
I looked down at the suitcases.
They were the same ones I wore on my wedding day .
“I opened your jewelry box to see what was in it,” she added casually. “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch anything. Those styles are way too old for me.”
I remained silent.
—Diego— she called to him—. Say something to your ex-wife. She’s just standing there like a ghost, it’s downright scary.
Diego put out his cigarette.
He entered the room and stopped in front of me.
— Company.
He handed me a document.
A divorce agreement.
“The house is for me. The car too. And the company shares…” He paused. “I’ll give you two million pesos . Consider it compensation for these years.”
Two million.
I stared at him.
—What is the company worth now?
He remained still.
—That’s none of your business.
—I asked you how much the company is worth now.
” Eighty million, ” he finally replied. “But I did all that myself. Without me, the company would have gone bankrupt long ago.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
—So the company has nothing to do with me?
“All you had was the name,” he said impatiently. “Administration, finance, negotiating with clients… what do you know how to do about that?”
—And what about technological development?
He remained silent.
—In whose name are the patents for the main technology held ?
He did not respond.
—The first year when we founded the company…
Who wrote the code?
Who spent entire nights developing the first version of the product?
“That’s all in the past,” he interrupted. “If the company has survived to this day, it’s because I moved abroad.”
I nodded slowly.
-Alright.
I accepted the agreement.
Her eyes lit up immediately.
—The signature is on the last page—
Rasg.
I tore the document to pieces.
—You…!
“Two million?” I looked at him calmly. “You’re not even worth two hundred.”
The lover shouted:
—Are you crazy? Diego broke the agreement!
Diego’s face changed immediately.
— Camila Herrera , don’t play hard to get.
—Whether I’m difficult or not… you’ll know in three days .
I grabbed my suitcase.
When I reached the door, I stopped for a moment.
—Oh, by the way…
I looked at both of them.
—This house is property I bought before the marriage . Only my name appears
on the deed .
I smiled slightly.
—Make yourselves as comfortable as you like.
I paused.
—But remember to move in three days .
—You…!
The door closed behind me with a dry sound.
I didn’t turn around.
I knew perfectly well what was happening inside the apartment.
Lucia would probably be laughing, celebrating her victory as if she had won the war.
And Diego… he would probably already be uncorking a bottle of expensive wine.
Five years.
Five years of marriage reduced to a ridiculous scene.
I went down in the elevator with my suitcases.
The goalkeeper looked at me in surprise.
—Are you moving, Mrs. Camila?
I smiled slightly.
-Something like that.
I left the building and took a taxi.
When the car started, I took out my phone.
There were twenty-seven unread messages .
All from the same contact.
“Lic. Alejandro Vargas”
The company’s lawyer.
I opened the last message.
—Ms. Camila, everything is ready.
The documents will be processed in exactly 72 hours as agreed.
I answered calmly.
-Perfect.
I looked out the window as the city of Guadalajara slowly passed by me.
People were walking around, the cafes were full, and street vendors were shouting offers.
The world remained the same.
Except Diego didn’t yet know that his world was about to collapse.
Day one
The next morning, Diego arrived at the company as usual.
His secretary, Karla, stood up when she saw him.
—Good morning, engineer.
-Good morning.
Diego entered his office.
But just five minutes later, his irritated voice could be heard throughout the floor.
—Men!
—Yes, engineer?
—Why is the financial system blocked?
The secretary checked the computer.
—I don’t know… it says that access was transferred.
—Transferred? To whom?
Karla hesitated.
—To… Camila Herrera.
Diego’s face tensed.
—That’s impossible.
He tried to log in again.
Access denied.
He tried to access the corporate bank account.
Balance: 0.00 MXN
The air in the office seemed to freeze.
-What the devil…?
At that moment the finance director entered, looking pale.
—Engineer… we have a problem.
—What problem?
—The company’s main account was transferred last night.
—Transferred to where?
—To an investment account under the name of… Camila Herrera.
Diego stood up suddenly.
—That’s fraud!
“Not exactly,” the financier said, his voice strained. “Technically, she’s still the legal owner of the company .”
Silence.
Diego felt a chill run down his spine.
Day two
Lucía was sitting on the sofa in the duplex when Diego stormed in.
-What happened?
—Camila emptied the company account!
-That?
—Eighty million… disappeared.
Lucia stood up.
—That’s impossible.
—It isn’t.
Diego threw a folder onto the table.
—Everything was in his name.
—But you’re the director!
—That doesn’t matter.
Lucia started to get nervous.
—Well… but at least we have the company.
Diego remained silent.
Then he let out a bitter laugh.
—No.
-What do you mean?
—The patents.
Lucia frowned.
—What about patents?
Diego looked at her.
—They are registered in Camila’s name.
Lucia felt her stomach sink.
—So… technology…?
—It no longer belongs to us.
Diego’s phone vibrated.
It was an official notification.
“Intellectual property transfer completed.”
The company’s only real asset had disappeared.
Day three
That morning, Diego woke up to a loud noise at the door.
BAM BAM BAM
Lucia ran out of the bedroom.
-Who is it?
—Police! Open the door!
Diego opened it.
Two agents and a man in a suit stood in front of him.
—Mr. Diego Ramirez?
-Yeah.
The man in the suit showed a document.
—Court order.
-About what?
—Preventive seizure.
Lucia shouted:
—This is a mistake!
The man answered calmly.
—The company Ramírez Tech has an outstanding tax debt.
—What debt?
—Thirty-six million pesos.
Diego froze.
—That’s impossible.
The man reviewed the document.
—The debt was generated by transactions signed by you.
Diego felt the world tilting.
—But the money…
—The money was legally transferred by the owner.
Lucia whispered:
—Camila…
The official continued.
—Furthermore, this property will be recovered by its legal owner.
Lucia shouted:
—This house belongs to Diego!
The man shook his head.
—No.
He showed her the record.
Owner: Camila Herrera
—You have two hours to vacate.
That same afternoon
A black car stopped in front of the building.
I went down.
The goalkeeper opened his eyes in surprise.
—Mrs. Camila…
-Good afternoon.
I went up in the elevator.
When the doors opened, I saw a sight that almost made me laugh.
Diego and Lucia’s suitcases were lying in the hallway.
Lucia’s makeup was smeared.
Diego was as pale as paper.
When he saw me, his expression changed.
—Camila…
—Hello, Diego.
Lucia shouted:
—This is all your fault!
I looked at her calmly.
—Do you like the house?
No one answered.
I went in calmly.
—Oh, right.
I looked at the clock.
—I think they have twenty minutes left.
Diego took a step towards me.
—We can talk.
-Of course.
—Give the money back.
—No.
—Camila… I…
—Do you want two million?
Her face tensed.
—Because that was your offer, remember?
Silence.
Lucia murmured:
—Diego… let’s go.
I went over to the balcony window where he used to smoke.
—Do you know something interesting?
-That?
—Five years ago, when we created the company…
I turned to look at him.
—I already knew that one day you were going to betray me.
Diego frowned.
-That?
—That’s why I registered everything in my name.
Understanding slowly appeared on his face.
—So… was all of this planned?
I smiled.
—No.
I shrugged.
—I was just prepared.
Lucia shouted:
—You damned witch!
The police appeared behind them.
—Time’s up.
Diego looked at me in despair.
—Camila…
-Yeah.
—Is this revenge?
I thought about it for a second.
Then I shook my head.
—No.
I watched the Guadalajara sunset from the balcony.
—This is called justice .
The two were escorted out of the apartment.
The door closed slowly.
Silence filled the house.
The same house where five years earlier she had entered as a wife.
Now she was alone.
But this time…
Everything belonged to me.
I took out my phone.
There was a new message from my lawyer.
—The sale of the company to US investors has been completed.
I smiled.
-Perfect.
I placed the phone on the table.
I watched the city light up under the sunset.
Eighty million pesos.
A company that has been sold.
A marriage over.
And two people who finally understood one thing:
They should never have betrayed the woman who built everything.
