PART 2
The photo showed Valeria.
Not entering a hotel.
Not shopping.
Not at some charity gala pretending to be the perfect socialite.
She was standing inside Alejandro’s private archive room at the mansion one year earlier — the very night the money disappeared.
And in her hand…
Was his grandmother’s emerald cross.
The timestamp in the corner froze Alejandro’s breath.
11:43 p.m.
Almost two hours before the cross had supposedly been “found” inside Carmen’s drawer.
“No…” Alejandro whispered.
His fingers trembled so badly he nearly dropped the phone.
Then another file arrived.
Bank transfers.
Security logs.
Deleted text messages recovered from cloud backups.
And finally, a short audio recording.
Valeria’s voice filled the office speakers:
“Once Carmen is gone, everything belongs to us. He’s too stupidly in love with me to question anything.”
A man laughed in the background.
Alejandro recognized the voice instantly.
Mauricio.
His own cousin.
The same cousin managing several company accounts the year the money vanished.
Alejandro staggered backward as the truth crashed into him all at once.
Carmen had never betrayed him.
She had tried to warn him.
And when she said:
“I’m—”
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