journal

Chapter 8: The Price of Betrayal

Chapter 8: The Price of Betrayal

I listened to the recording three times.

Each time, Karina’s young voice cut deeper.

She had known from the beginning.

Not suspected.

Not discovered later.

Known.

When we returned to Mexico City, she was still at the police station under protective supervision. Marisol had not arrested her because she was cooperating, and because there was still no direct evidence tying her to the poisoning.

I entered the interview room alone.

Karina looked exhausted.

“I heard the recording,” I said.

Her face collapsed.

“Daniel—”

“You were told to make me love you.”

“I was twenty-three.”

“You were old enough to know what you were doing.”

“My father controlled everything. My money. My education. Where I lived.”

“And me?”

She began crying quietly.

“At first, you were an assignment.”

I stared at her without speaking.

“But after I knew you, everything changed.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because every year I waited made the truth uglier.”

“That didn’t stop you from helping your father access my mother’s accounts.”

“I thought he only wanted to pressure her into selling.”

“You watched her become confused.”

“I challenged him.”

“When?”

Her silence answered.

I placed our wedding ring on the table.

Karina stared at it.

“I did love you,” she whispered.

“Maybe you did.”

Her eyes rose with fragile hope.

“But love without truth is just another form of manipulation.”

I turned to leave.

“Daniel, wait.”

She gripped the edge of the table.

“My father is planning something tomorrow.”

I stopped.

“What?”

“The city development board is holding an emergency vote. If your mother is declared incapacitated and the property is classified as abandoned commercial land, Mendoza Urban Development can begin an expropriation process.”

“They can’t do that without the deed.”

“They don’t need the original deed if they destroy the chain of inheritance.”

“How?”

May you like

Karina looked terrified.

“By proving you aren’t Rodrigo Ruiz’s biological son.”


Related Stories

Other posts