“Once I get her to put the apartment in both our names, we’ll take out a loan against it.”
Below that, Alejandro had written:
“First, I have to scare her enough so she stops arguing.”
Valeria read the sentence twice.
The incident with the coffee cup hadn’t been an isolated impulse.
It was part of something that had been growing for a long time.
“Do you think he wanted to take the apartment?”
“Yes,” Mariana replied. “And the aggression may have been an attempt to subjugate you.”
Valeria looked up.
—Then I don't just want a divorce.
-What do you want?
—I want everyone to know the truth.
The news appeared a week later.
Not because Valeria spoke to the press, but because Alejandro worked as a salesman
From the moment of his arrest, Alejandro cried.
Not because of Valeria.
Not because of the burn.
Not because of the damage he had caused.
He cried because his sister had betrayed him before he could betray her.
