Cristina didn’t look at Javier.
She didn’t need to.
She could feel it—the shift in the room. The tension tightening like a wire about to snap.
The judge opened the document.
Pages turned.
Brows lowered.
Lucía’s confident posture began to falter.
“What is this?” Javier asked, his voice sharper now.
Esteban spoke clearly, each word deliberate.
“Eight months ago, when Mrs. Montalvo discovered financial inconsistencies, she initiated a forensic audit—quietly. What that audit uncovered was a systematic transfer of funds from joint accounts into shell holdings under your name.”
Javier went pale.
“That’s—no. That’s not illegal.”
“It becomes illegal,” Esteban replied, “when those funds originate from an inheritance explicitly protected under prenuptial agreement clause 7B.”
The judge looked up.
“Mr. Montalvo… are you aware of this clause?”
Javier didn’t answer.
Because now he remembered.
A clause he had barely read.
A clause Cristina had insisted on years ago, when she was “overly cautious.”
Cristina finally spoke.
Softly.
“You always said I worried too much.”
Javier turned to her, something desperate flickering in his eyes.
“What did you do?”
Cristina tilted her head slightly.
“I paid attention.”
Esteban continued.
“The total sum of misappropriated funds amounts to €2.3 million.
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