He stepped back.
—This is a misunderstanding.
One of the officers placed a hand on his arm.
—Turn around, please.
"My wife is lying!"
At that moment, several doors in the hallway opened.
The neighbors began to watch.
The lady from 7B, who always smiled at him in the elevator, raised her phone to record.
Alejandro felt like the world was closing in around him.
"Valeria's crazy!" she shouted. "She hit herself!"
One of the police officers hardened his expression.
“There’s a video.”
Alejandro stopped resisting.
As they placed the handcuffs on him, he saw the wedding ring sitting on the table.
Small.
Shiny.
Definitive.
Three days later, Valeria went to the prosecutor’s office. She had discovered that, all along, he had turned their marriage into a scheme for plunder.
“I want to recover as much as I can,” she said.
“We’ll try. But there’s something else.”
Mariana showed her a photograph.
It was a screenshot of a conversation between Alejandro and Rebeca.
