So I gave them one.

The night before the gala, Alejandro called from an unknown number.

“Sofia, don’t do the video call.”

“Why?” I asked. “Don’t you want me to apologize anymore?”

“My mother went too far,” he said.

“No,” I replied. “She only said what you taught me for three years.”

He whispered that he was sorry.

But sorry had arrived too late.

“I’m going to speak tomorrow,” I told him. “And this time, I won’t be the understanding wife.”

Then I hung up.

PART 3

The gala hall glittered with white tablecloths, orchids, crystal glasses, and perfect smiles.

The Montes  family loved appearances more than truth.

They placed a large screen near the main table. They thought I would bow my head in front of everyone.

Instead, I appeared on camera in a wheelchair, my leg still healing, my lawyer beside me.

Doña Teresa took the microphone.

“Sofia, we’re glad you’re better. Let’s clear up these misunderstandings.”

Mariana stood and spoke softly.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel left out. I never meant to come between you and Ale.”

People sighed with sympathy.

Then Doña Teresa said, “You are the wife. You should be mature. Mariana has always been fragile.”

I looked into the camera.

“Then let’s clear things up.”

My lawyer handed me the hospital report.

I read it aloud.

“Mariana Ledesma: minor injuries, stable. Sofia Rivera: abdominal trauma, internal bleeding risk, open fracture, immediate surgery.”

The room fell silent.

Then I showed the consent form I had signed myself.

“This is my signature. I signed it because my husband refused to authorize my surgery.”

Doña Teresa tried to stop me.

So I played the hospital audio.

The nurse’s voice filled the hall.

“Mr. Montes, your wife needs urgent authorization.”

Then Alejandro’s voice followed.

“She’s awake, right? Let her sign. Mariana goes first.”

No one moved.

I played Doña Teresa’s message next.

“Sofia, don’t make a big deal out of it. Mariana is delicate. A decent wife doesn’t compete with a sick woman.”

Alejandro’s grandmother struck her cane against the floor.

“Teresa, be quiet.”

Mariana tried to cry her way out of it, but I showed her post and the screenshots of people attacking me because of her lies.