The crowd instantly turned against me.
They began to think my usual calm demeanor was all just an act—deep down, I was nothing but a violent hypocrite.
Dariel lowered his head and said quietly to Veronica, “I’m sorry, Veronica. This is all my fault.”
“I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn. I must have upset Mr. Miguel. Please don’t blame him.”
He looked so guilty and remorseful.
“It’s not your fault,” she replied gently. “I dragged you into this.”
Then she turned to me, her voice low and humble, “Honey, this is between us. Don’t take it out on others.”
“Today is our daughter’s first birthday. Can’t we just get through the day without drama? I’m begging you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
Her softness.
My aggression.
The contrast couldn’t have been starker.
Naturally, the guests sided with her.
Her father, Franco, took a deep breath and tried to mediate once more.
“Miguel, over the years, you’ve always been hardworking, devoted to the family, and respectful to your elders.”
“There’s no need for things to get this ugly.”
“If you really feel wronged, bring out the evidence. I promise I’ll stand up for you.”
He was giving me an out, but I didn’t take it.
I remained cold and firm. “This marriage is over. I’m divorcing her no matter what.”
At that instant, his expression changed, and a hint of gloom clouded his face.
Veronica looked at me through tears.
“Is there someone else?” she asked, voice quivering.
“Think whatever you want,” I said indifferently. “If that’s what you believe, go ahead.”
“That’s enough!” Franco finally exploded. “Miguel, I’ll give you three days to think this through.”
“Either you go home and act like a husband and father—”
“—or we’ll see you in court. And don’t expect to leave with a dime.”
“Don’t forget, everything you have now came from me.”
The words were harsh and final.
Everyone thought I’d finally give in. But instead, I turned and walked out without hesitation.
Outside, my junior from university, Stella, was already waiting for me.
“I’ve already sent someone to Europe,” she said with a smile. “The answers you want—won’t take long now.”
“Thank you.”
I leaned wearily against the backseat, exhaustion soaking into my bones.
“I’ll be facing Veronica in court in three days,” I added. “I’ll need you to represent me.”
As I spoke, I pulled out my phone and opened a video clip.