A post from her mother-in-law, Mrs. Rivas.
At first, Lucía’s brain refused to process it.
It was a wedding photo.
There was Daniel—her husband—looking flawless in an ivory tuxedo.
And beside him, smiling like she’d won a prize, stood Clara Molina, a junior employee from another department… dressed in a white wedding gown with heavy makeup.
They were holding what looked like a vow book.
And the people around them?
His entire family.
Mrs. Rivas clutching Daniel’s arm proudly. His sister. His aunts and uncles. Everyone posed in front of floral decorations like this was the happiest day of their lives.
Lucía’s hands started shaking.
This has to be old.
This has to be a joke.
This can’t be real.
Then she saw the caption.
Short. Clean. Merciless.
“My dear son, may you be happy forever with our Clara. You have finally taken the step.”
Lucía went cold.
Finally.
That word wasn’t accidental. It meant this wasn’t impulsive. It wasn’t a mistake. It was a plan that had been waiting for its moment.
She zoomed in.