I cried.

Not from grief.

From clarity.

Everything was there.

Proof.

Manipulation.

Forgery.

A plan.

I hired a lawyer.

Filed motions.

Blocked accounts.

Stopped everything.

When Diego called, he was furious.

“You’re destroying me!”

“No,” I said calmly. “They are using you.”

He hung up.

Two weeks later, in court—

the truth came out.

The false will was suspended.

An investigation began.

That afternoon, I walked back into my house.

Not as a visitor.

As the owner.

I changed the locks.

Secured everything.

And for the first time in years—

I slept peacefully.

I don’t know what will happen to Diego.

Maybe one day he’ll understand—

he confused power with love.