At my divorce hearing, eight months pregnant, the judge gave me nothing. My husband smirked, “Let’s see how you survive without me.” Then a billionaire walked in and said, “My daughter is better off without you.” His victory shattered instantly. “Leave my house before five o’clock. Let’s see how you survive with that baby without me.”
“My daughter and my grandson,” she said coldly, “will live far better without you, Mr. Luján.”Héctor laughed nervously.“Your daughter? Mariana is an orphan. I’ve seen her records.”Doña Catalina raised one hand.Six lawyers entered with black briefcases.One placed a thick file before the judge.“Your Honor,” he said, “we are submitting evidence of fraud, forged records, identity…