My husband married his mistress behind my back—forgetting that everything he owned, including his honeymoon, depended on my signature

just the wedding,” he said.

“What else?”

“Accommodation for eighteen guests, flowers, photographer, pre-wedding dinner, mariachi, dress, banquet, and a honeymoon reservation in Cancún. All disguised as a public relations event.”

Valeria closed her eyes.

“How much?”

“Just over four million pesos.”

The silence was louder than any scream.

“And my signature?”

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