Alejandro got a lower-level job at a distribution warehouse in Toluca. Teresa had to leave the apartment that was paid for with the money he took from my company and move in with a sister in Naucalpan. Her friends, the ones she had told I was a kept woman, eventually found out the truth.
I kept my house, my company, and my peace.
I hired a new regional director, a woman named Sofía Rangel, who in one month corrected mistakes Alejandro had hidden for half a year. The numbers went up. The office breathed better. So did I.
The last time I saw Teresa was outside the courthouse. She carried the same expensive purse as always, but she no longer walked the same way. She looked at me as if she wanted to insult me. Then she saw Valeria, saw the folder in my hands, and shut her mouth.
I said nothing.
