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

without the ring, and without her Instagram smile.

She was shown into a room with cameras and witnesses.

“I don’t want to go to prison,” she said.

“That isn’t my decision to make.”

“I can testify against Sebastián.”

“Do it before the Public Prosecutor.”

Renata cried.

“He told me you were cruel. That you humiliated him because you earned more.”

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