The next morning, wrk I sold the office building he was renting—something he never knew was mine.-olweny

There it was.

Not the arrogant man from the night before.

Not the “king” of his small empire.

But a child… scared.

But it was too late.

“You have until six,” I repeated. “I suggest you start packing.”

I hung up.

And for the first time in years… I felt silence inside me.

Not empty.

Silence.

Hours passed.

I received more calls.

Messages.

Threats.

Supplications.

I didn’t answer.

At six in the evening, the report arrived: the house was empty.

But that wasn’t all.

The office building that Diego used for his company… had also changed owners.

The new owner was not interested in continuing the contract.

They had thirty days to vacate.

And for the first time in his life… Diego had to face something he had never experienced before:

the consequences.

The following days were chaotic for him.

I knew it, even though I couldn’t see it.

People who used to surround him… disappeared.

Friends who used to fill his house… stopped answering.

Partners… began to drift apart.

Because the truth always comes to the surface.

And the truth was simple:

Diego never built anything.

I was just living on what I had built.

A week later, I received a visit.

It wasn’t Diego.

It was Lucia.

It looked different.

Without perfect makeup.
Without that arrogant smile.