My Son Told Me His Wife Had Run Away with Another Man… (Part 2)

Accompanied by my corporate attorney Patricia Beltrán, I underwent comprehensive medical examinations and reported Adrián’s terrifying threats to the authorities, while independent forensic accountant Rebeca Solís uncovered eighteen million pesos in suspicious fraudulent transfers.

Days later, a toxicologist confirmed my worst fears: my blood tests indicated repeated exposure to arsenic, explaining the months of dizziness, weakness, and the metallic taste in my mouth caused by the coffee my son brought me every morning.

Rebeca also discovered an unauthorized insurance application attempting to increase my life insurance coverage to forty million pesos with Adrián listed as the sole beneficiary, proving my son had been preparing to profit financially from my death.

Confronting Adrián at my office without revealing everything we knew, he arrogantly shouted that everything I had built belonged to him and that I couldn’t take it away because of another woman, confirming his complete lack of remorse.

With the unanimous support of our company’s uninvolved board members, I immediately suspended Adrián’s signing authority and access to corporate accounts, prompting him to storm out in a rage.

With Lucía’s permission, I contacted her parents in Saltillo, who arrived the following day overwhelmed with relief, confessing that Adrián’s intimidation tactics had previously made them fear for their daughter’s life.

As investigators gathered purchase records, surveillance footage, and witness statements connecting Adrián and Verónica to the suspected poisoning, Lucía suddenly went into labor three weeks earlier than expected.

Rushing her to the hospital alongside her anxious parents, Patricia arrived with alarming news that Verónica had tried to enter the maternity ward using false identification and that Adrián was spotted lurking outside.

Surrounding Lucía with unwavering protection, we prepared for the arrival of the newborn child while police mobilized to detain the two individuals responsible for orchestrating this nightmare.

Little did Adrián know, his desperate attempt to silence us was about to collide with a wall of undeniable evidence that would seal his fate forever.

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