At three in the afternoon, Human Resources formalized his dismissal for cause.
At four, the joint account was limited only to the money Alejandro had provably contributed.
At five, I sent him a folder by courier.
Inside were the divorce papers, the notice of employment termination, the inventory of assets, and the house deeds.
They didn’t take long to show up.
Alejandro arrived first, pale, sweating inside his gray suit jacket. Teresa came behind him, still wearing makeup, still proud, still believing she could force her way through with shouting.
—This is a disgrace! —she said in front of the door—. You’re going to destroy my son over a dress!
I stepped into the foyer with my arms crossed.
—It wasn’t because of a dress.
Alejandro swallowed.
—Mariana, let’s talk. My mother made a mistake, but you’re exaggerating.
I looked at him with cold sadness.
