The next morning, we had a buyer: Ignacio Robles, a developer Ricardo had been trying to impress. The penthouse was worth nearly 38 million pesos. Ignacio offered to buy it without financing; we signed a binding purchase agreement and began the notarization process. Since my company was the owner, we also revoked Ricardo’s access to the building.

I had his belongings inventoried and sent to a storage unit in his name.

When Beatriz showed up without warning and saw the boxes, she nearly screamed.

“What are you doing with my son’s things?”

“The surprise you asked me to prepare.”

She thought I was remodeling the walk-in closet to spoil him.

“Finally, you understand what kind of man you have.”

I looked at her.

“Yes, Beatriz. I finally understand perfectly.”

That afternoon, I handed over my keys and left for a few days in Valle de Guadalupe.

While Ricardo was toasting with his mistress using my credit cards, Lucía was waiting for the exact right moment to cut off his access.