Right after the divorce, my husband hugged his mistress and mocked her: “Now you’re just an old rag!” But 5 minutes later, 10 Rolls-Royces arrived and someone shouted: “Get in the car, ma’am!” The surprise was total, the end of it all came quickly.

Julian and I were not related, and my true family name was actually Mendoza, making the man I thought was my enemy my real uncle. We traveled to my family’s old estate in the countryside to find the final piece of evidence my mother had hidden.

We found a secret cellar beneath an ancestral altar that required a password from an old poem my grandmother used to recite. Inside was a video from Julian’s mother exposing Robert as the murderer who killed his own brother for the fortune.

We raced back to the hospital during a torrential rainstorm because we knew Robert would try to kill my father next. We found him dressed as a doctor about to inject my father with a lethal dose of poison.

“Stop right there!” Julian shouted, and a high stakes chase began through the hospital corridors. Robert grabbed a nurse as a hostage and dragged her to the rooftop where he stood on the edge of the ledge in a fit of madness.

He screamed about how he was always in his brother’s shadow and how the world was unfair to his ambition. “You weren’t overlooked, Robert, you were just a coward who couldn’t lead,” I yelled over the wind.