He knew I was vulnerable. That I needed someone. That my 30th birthday was just four months away when we met.
Everything had been calculated.
Romantic dates. Sweet words. Promises for the future. Everything was false. It was all part of a plan.
And I was naïve enough to believe it.
Sitting in that hotel room, with him sleeping a few feet away, something broke inside me. But it was no longer pain.
The third message has arrived. Longer.
“Your father was suspicious of your husband. He had him investigated. He discovered that he was already married to another woman.
The one you saw tonight. But Damián convinced your father that he was going to get a divorce. He lied to her.
He told her that he really loved you. Your father wanted to believe it. He wanted to see you happy. So he changed his will to protect you. So that you are not alone. »
I covered my mouth with my hand. Tears flowed again, but this time it was rage.
“But your father found out the truth two weeks before he died. He found out that Damián would never divorce him.
That it was all a fraud. He was going to amend the will a second time. To protect you. But he died before he could do so. »
The last message read:
“The heart attack was not natural. There is evidence. I worked with your father. I know what happened. And I have the documents. If you want to know more, call this number tomorrow. »
My world stopped.
They were telling me that my father had been murdered? That Damián was involved in it?
I looked at the bed. He was always there. Asleep. Peaceful.
And I, sitting in that armchair, with my dress crumpled and soaked in tears, I understood.
I had married a murderer.
With a man who had killed my father to take my money.
With a man who wasn’t even legally married to me, since he was still married to her.
I didn’t sleep that night.
I stayed awake until morning. Something to think about. To plan.
At seven o’clock, I called the number. He was an old man. He told me that he was my father’s private lawyer. He explained everything to me in detail.
My father had hired a private detective. He had proof that Damián was married. Emails, messages, bank statements.
And above all: evidence that Damián had paid someone to slowly poison him with a substance that caused a heart attack.
“Your father had left instructions,” the lawyer said.