As the Madrid sky turned orange, Sofía García finished her final work emails and checked her phone—still no message from her husband, Javier. She scrolled Instagram, and her heart froze. There he was, in an ivory tuxedo, standing beside Laura Sánchez in a wedding dress, smiling under floral arches with his family celebrating.
The caption confirmed it: “Finally, my dear son…”
Shock turned to clarity. Javier had betrayed her deliberately, and they assumed she would silently continue supporting the life they’d been living off. Yet most of it—the €12 million Salamanca house, the cars, the assets—was hers.
No tears came. Only stillness. Pain had transformed into strategy.
Sofía didn’t need excuses. She needed confirmation. She called her mother-in-law. Mrs. Moreno admitted everything, even that Laura was already two months pregnant. The line went dead.
Sofía inhaled deeply, then calmly dialed her lawyer.
“Torres,” she said, steady. “I need you. Tonight.”