My husband had been in his coffin only a few hours when my mother-in-law demanded our house keys. “Pack your bags, incubator,” she sneered, tossing a f3ke paternity test onto the coffin. “My son’s millions belong to his real family.” My husband’s lawyer entered with a projector. Then my husband’s face appeared on screen, and his first sentence made my mother-in-law collapse.

My baby kicked hard.

And then Doña Teresa delivered the final blow.

“You are leaving the house today. The accounts are frozen. The cars, the properties, the company — all of it returns to the real family.”

I looked at Julián’s coffin, desperate for him to rise, desperate for the nightmare to break.

Then I remembered his final strange words from the morning before he died.

“Whatever happens, trust Arturo. I already handled everything.”

But Arturo was nowhere in sight.

Doña Teresa lifted her hand toward two security guards.

“Remove her before she embarrasses herself further.”

At that exact moment, the massive church doors burst open.

Every head turned.

And Arturo Salcedo walked down the aisle carrying my husband’s final secret.
Chapter 2: The Dead Man’s Evidence

Arturo moved with the calm of a man who had not arrived late by accident.

Behind him came two assistants carrying black briefcases and a portable screen.

The guards stopped immediately.

Doña Teresa’s face tightened.