He was giving me an out, but I didn’t take it.
I remained cold and firm. “This marriage is over. I’m divorcing her no matter what.”
At that instant, his expression changed, and a hint of gloom clouded his face.
Veronica looked at me through tears.
“Is there someone else?” she asked, voice quivering.
“Think whatever you want,” I said indifferently. “If that’s what you believe, go ahead.”
“That’s enough!” Franco finally exploded. “Miguel, I’ll give you three days to think this through.”
“Either you go home and act like a husband and father—”
“—or we’ll see you in court. And don’t expect to leave with a dime.”
“Don’t forget, everything you have now came from me.”
The words were harsh and final.
Everyone thought I’d finally give in. But instead, I turned and walked out without hesitation.
Outside, my junior from university, Stella, was already waiting for me.
“I’ve already sent someone to Europe,” she said with a smile. “The answers you want—won’t take long now.”
“Thank you.”
I leaned wearily against the backseat, exhaustion soaking into my bones.
“I’ll be facing Veronica in court in three days,” I added. “I’ll need you to represent me.”
As I spoke, I pulled out my phone and opened a video clip.