As Javier stood bewildered at the gates of what he once considered his kingdom, reality began to sink in. The luxurious life he flaunted, the opulent parties in the mansion, and the sports cars he bragged about were never his accomplishments. They were Sofia’s, the wife he had betrayed so callously. The same wife who, unbeknownst to him, had no intention of being the victim.
Inside the hotel room, Sofia sat with a glass of champagne, her reflection in the window not of a scorned woman, but of a liberated one. Watching the city’s lights twinkle, she felt a sense of satisfaction, even if it was bittersweet. The betrayal was a deep wound, but one she was determined would not fester. Javier had underestimated her resolve and strength.
Her lawyer, a trusted friend from her university days, ensured the swift execution of her plans. Not only was the mansion sold, but every asset that bore her name was liquidated. Their joint accounts had been transferred to her private ones, carefully amassed over the years in anticipation of building a more secure future—freedom money, she had once called it.
