Silence filled the room.
Miguel shifted. “What is this?”
No one answered him.
Then came the truth—the one none of them expected.
“All my assets—including the Makati house, my businesses, and my savings—will go entirely to Ana Reyes.”
Vanessa’s smile vanished.
Miguel’s face turned pale.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
The lawyer didn’t even look at him.
“And to my son,” he continued reading,
“you will receive nothing.”
That was the moment everything broke.
Miguel stood up, furious. “I’M HER SON!”
“And this will is legal,” the lawyer replied calmly. “You have no claim.”
Vanessa clutched the baby tighter now.
“What about the child?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“A trust fund has been created,” the lawyer said, “but Miguel will not control it.”
Game over.
The room felt smaller.
For months, I had lived like I was the problem.
Like I wasn’t enough.
Like I had to stay… and endure.
But Lourdes had seen everything.
And she had protected me.
Miguel turned to me, desperate now.
“Ana… we can fix this.”
