I swallowed and lowered my gaze like a defeated woman, while inside my blood boiled.
"Yes… please."
Diego went to the kitchen. I was left alone with the notary for a second. It was the second I needed.
I reached into my purse and pressed the button on the black keychain my lawyer had given me.
It wasn't an alarm. It wasn't anything dramatic.
Just a silent notification that said: Now.
Diego returned with the glass. He placed it in front of me as if it were an act of love. And as he did so, he said something that condemned him.
"Drink it all, my little wife. We're almost done."
The notary smiled.
"That's right." Almost.
I lifted the glass… and placed it on the table.
“Before you drink it,” I said, with a calmness that surprised me, “I want to hear something.”
Diego froze.
“What?”
“Your plan,” I replied.
The word “plan” changed his expression.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
At that moment, there was a knock at the door.
It wasn’t a visitor’s knock.
It was a firm, official knock.
Diego turned around, nervous. The notary quickly closed the folder.
I stood up without dizziness, without trembling, without acting.
I opened the door.
Two people entered, showing identification. A woman in a vest, a man with a serious expression. Behind them, my lawyer.
Diego went pale.
“What is this?” he stammered. “Who are you?”
The woman spoke first.
—Mr. Diego Ríos, we are here regarding a complaint related to the administration of controlled substances and possible asset fraud.
The notary took a step back.
"I... I only came to offer advice," he said, his voice now unsteady.
My lawyer looked at him.
"The Notary Association will be interested in knowing who you are, sir."
Diego turned to look at me as if I had ripped off his disguise.
"Laura... what did you do?"
