“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

I looked at my husband.

“Alejandro. Explain this.”

He rubbed his face.

“I didn’t know they were planning to enter the house.”

“But you knew they wanted my documents.”

“It was just supposed to be for a proposal.”

“With my signature copied?”

He said nothing.

Paulina pulled out another page.

“There’s more.”

It was a message from Ernesto.

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