In the days that followed, Alejandro placed at my disposal an entire network of lawyers and financial advisors.
With their help, I uncovered the truth: Alberto was drowning in debt. His so-called business was nothing more than a façade to conceal unpayable loans. His one real plan had been to force me to sell my grandmother’s apartment in Madrid to cover his debts.
Thanks to Gutiérrez’s guidance, we legally blocked every attempt at a sale. Together, we also collected evidence of the fraudulent activities Alberto had carried out with his partner, Ricardo Sánchez.
Justice was swift. Within weeks, Alberto’s carefully constructed world collapsed.
Two months later, he no longer wore his tailored suits or that practiced winning smile. Instead, he hid from creditors, while Ricardo faced lawsuits and humiliating headlines. His mother, Lucía, lowered her gaze when we crossed paths in the Salamanca neighborhood, unwilling to meet my eyes.
