My real title was: Everything Else.
And he kept the awards, the toasts and the credit.
Change: When respect turned to contempt
One day he stopped consulting me on decisions.
Then came the criticism: my clothes, my meals, my “lack of ambition.”
Lack of ambition?
I supported the entire structure of his company… free.
Until one afternoon he said it, without emotion, as if he were ordering something from a menu:
“I want a divorce. I want the house, the cars, the business, everything. You stay with Thomas.”
As if our son were a leftover.
The Public Humiliation and the “Team” Against Me
The next day his mother, Lorena Medina, appeared with her false compassion and her favorite phrase:
“Men have needs, my dear.”
A week later, Víctor already had a strategy, an expensive lawyer and the pace of war.
I ended up in the guest room.
And two weeks later, Brenda, the new girlfriend, appeared: young, perfect, entering my house as if it were hers.
He put on my apron, used my plates, sat on my couch.
And Víctor walked it around the house as a trophy.
Then came the practical blows:
He canceled my card.
He canceled the joint one.
