The moment I stepped into the Monterrey courthouse, everyone in the hallway turned to look.
Not because I was crying.
Not because I looked weak.
They were staring because the diamonds I wore caught the light so brightly that the entire waiting area fell silent.
The woman my husband’s family had always mocked as “the peasant wife” arrived that day in an elegant black dress. Around my neck hung a diamond necklace worth nearly two billion dong, and a platinum bracelet sparkled on my wrist. My hair was perfectly styled, and my makeup was soft but striking enough to draw the attention of strangers.
But ten years earlier…
I had just been a poor girl from Guadalupe, and Alejandro owned nothing but an old pickup truck and a dream of becoming wealthy.
Our wedding had been simple—roast chicken, tortillas, and a few cheap beers on the table.
Yet I smiled that day as if I were wearing the stars themselves.
Ten years later, that dream had come true.
What started as a tiny neighborhood grocery shop eventually grew into the largest chain of mini-supermarkets in the region. Money began to flow. A luxury home.
Expensive cars. Lavish parties.
Alejandro began wearing tailored suits, Italian shoes, and attending high-level business meetings.
And me?
I was still the woman in an old T-shirt, sitting in the warehouse late at night counting every number in the accounting books.
Until one afternoon outside the most luxurious hotel in Monterrey, I saw Alejandro walking out—with his arm wrapped around the waist of a young woman.
She was beautiful.
Young.
And she was carrying the Chanel bag he had once bought me… the one I had never dared to use because I was afraid of scratching it.
In that moment, my heart didn’t break because I lost my husband.
It broke when I realized something worse.
For ten years, the person I had treated the worst wasn’t Alejandro.
It was myself.
So on the day of the divorce, I decided to show up in a way that would leave my ex-husband’s entire family speechless.
But I never imagined…
what Alejandro would do next in the courtroom would horrify everyone there.
The courtroom was packed.
Not just the judge and lawyers were present. Alejandro’s parents, his sister, several employees from our companies, and even curious people waiting for their own cases had filled the room.
