“No,” I said calmly. “They are using you.”
He hung up.
Two weeks later, in court—
the truth came out.
The false will was suspended.
An investigation began.
That afternoon, I walked back into my house.
Not as a visitor.
As the owner.
I changed the locks.
Secured everything.
And for the first time in years—
I slept peacefully.
I don’t know what will happen to Diego.
Maybe one day he’ll understand—
he confused power with love.
But one thing is certain:
That day at the funeral…
he believed he had taken everything from me.
He had no idea—
I had already taken the truth back.
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