Rodrigo had insisted on that.
He told me he wanted me to feel protected.
What Patricia did not know was that 4.7 million pesos had come from money my grandmother left me.
I temporarily transferred those funds into Rodrigo’s account because he claimed he could negotiate a better purchase arrangement with the seller.
I covered the remaining amount using my own savings.
Rodrigo had merely executed the final transfers.
Patricia lowered her voice.
“So now comes the difficult part.”
“Exactly.”
“When are you going to make her sign?”
“After the honeymoon.”
My heart started pounding.
Patricia asked, “Sign what?”
“A co-ownership agreement. After that, we can apply for a loan using the apartment as collateral.”
“Do you really think she’ll agree?”
Rodrigo laughed.
“Mariana will sign anything if I tell her it’s for our future.”
I closed my eyes.
Patricia continued.
“And what are you going to do with the loan?”
“Pay off the company’s debts. After that, we’ll figure something out.”
“And if the marriage falls apart?”
They both laughed.
Rodrigo answered first.
“Even better.”
“Better?”
“If I have enough paperwork, I can make it look like I paid for the apartment. The payment receipts are under my name.”
My fingers went numb around my phone.
Patricia said, “Her family won’t be able to fight much anyway. Her father still lives in that old apartment in Narvarte, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“So they obviously don’t have money for some huge legal battle.”
I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste blood.
The apartment in Narvarte had belonged to my grandmother.
My father had left most of it unchanged after she died.
