“You’re walking out with only what you’re wearing, Mariana. Be grateful I’m even letting you leave.”
Sebastián Luján’s voice was calm inside the cold office in Santa Fe—as if he were dismissing an employee, not the woman who had shared his life for ten years.Mariana sat across from a large wooden table, her hands trembling. Beside her, her assigned lawyer reviewed the documents with a look that already signaled defeat. Across the table sat Sebastián, his legal team, and Valeria Montes—the most ruthless attorney in Mexico City’s corporate world.“According to the prenuptial agreement signed in 2014,” Valeria said, sliding a folder forward, “you waived all rights to Luján Tech—shares, properties, accounts, investments, everything acquired during the marriage.”Mariana struggled to breathe.

She had signed that agreement just days before their wedding in San Miguel de Allende. Sebastián had told her it was only a formality—something for investors, something meaningless because they loved each other. She believed him. She had believed everything.She believed his late nights were work. She believed his promises of rest after closing deals. She believed the assistants meant nothing. She even believed him when he began looking at her like she no longer belonged.I built that company with you,” Mariana said, her voice shaking. “I spoke to the first investors when you couldn’t explain your own idea. I organized meetings, saved contracts, protected your image when everything almost collapsed in 2018.”Sebastián smiled coldly.Don’t exaggerate. You lived well—luxury house, trips to Madrid, fine dinners. Don’t act like a victim now.”Valeria placed a check on the table.“Out of goodwill, Mr. Luján is offering you two hundred fifty thousand pesos.”Mariana stared at it. He had spent five times that on a gift for his new girlfriend.