The silence grew heavier.
Alejandro’s lawyer began reading.
First confusion.
Then shock.
Then something close to fear.
Alejandro frowned.
“What’s going on?”
The lawyer looked up slowly.
“The company shares…”
“What about them?”
The lawyer swallowed.
“Sixty-eight percent… are registered under your wife’s name.”
The room erupted with whispers.
Alejandro shot to his feet.
“That’s impossible!”
But it wasn’t.
I looked at him calmly.
“Do you remember the early days?” I asked quietly. “When we opened the first store.”
He said nothing.
“You were out delivering products all day,” I continued. “I was the one registering the business, opening the accounts, signing the contracts.”
The courtroom fell into a deeper silence.
“I always believed we were partners,” I said softly. “That’s why I never mentioned that the majority of the shares were in my name.”
His father jumped to his feet, red-faced.
“This is a trap!”
The judge slammed the gavel.
“Silence!”
My lawyer spoke in a calm, measured tone.
“Everything here is completely legal.”
Alejandro slowly sank back into his chair.
His face had gone pale.
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