As if our son were a leftover.
The Public Humiliation and the “Team” Against Me
The next day his mother, Lorena Medina, appeared with her false compassion and her favorite phrase:
“Men have needs, my dear.”
A week later, Víctor already had a strategy, an expensive lawyer and the pace of war.
I ended up in the guest room.
And two weeks later, Brenda, the new girlfriend, appeared: young, perfect, entering my house as if it were hers.
He put on my apron, used my plates, sat on my couch.
And Víctor walked it around the house as a trophy.
Then came the practical blows:
He canceled my card.
He canceled the joint one.
He suggested that I should leave “while things were being clarified.”
Lorena packed my things in garbage bags.
In the midst of all this, my “best friend”, Diana, comforted me… and at the same time he leaked information to Víctor.
I talked to her, and hours later he already knew everything.
And the worst thing wasn’t Brenda, or Lorena, or Diana…
The worst thing was seeing how Tomás began to doubt me, because his father put poison in him every day.
The secret I kept for 3 years
