Chapter 6: The Woman Behind The Lies
The words felt impossible.
“Your grandmother is alive.””
I stared at my mother, waiting for her to laugh.
For someone to tell me this was another cruel joke.
But nobody laughed.
Not the police officers.
Not Doña Carmela.
Not even the bodyguards standing like statues behind my mother.
My entire childhood had been built around one truth.
My grandmother raised me because my mother abandoned me.
That was the story everyone told me.
My grandmother repeated it until I stopped asking questions.
“Your mother chose her life over you.””
Those words had followed me for twenty years.
Now I was being told the woman who raised me had lied.
“No,” I whispered.
My mother reached for my hand.
“I know this is too much.””
I pulled away.
“Too much?””
My voice cracked.
“You show up after twenty years. I find out my husband knew who you were. I find out his family destroyed ours. And now you’re telling me the woman who raised me—the only person who stayed—is alive and lied to me?””
Nobody answered.
Because there was no answer that could make it hurt less.
The door opened.
A lawyer entered.
A woman in her fifties carrying a thick black folder.
“Mrs. Reyes.””
My mother nodded.
“Is it confirmed?””
The lawyer looked at me before speaking.
“Yes.””
My mother’s face hardened.
“Where?””
“She has been living outside the city.””
“Alone?””
The lawyer hesitated.
“No.””
That single word changed the room.
My mother stood straighter.
“With who?””
The lawyer opened the folder.
“She has been receiving financial support from an account connected to the Villalobos family.””
My stomach dropped.
Doña Carmela’s face went pale.
For the first time since I met her, she looked afraid.
My mother noticed.
“You knew.””
Doña Carmela looked away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.””
My mother stepped closer.
“Your family paid my daughter’s grandmother.””
Silence.
The accusation hung in the air.
The police officers exchanged looks.
Doña Carmela laughed nervously.
“You’re insane.””
“No.””
My mother’s voice was quiet.
“That’s what you wanted everyone to believe.””
The lawyer handed me a document.
I stared at the signature.
I recognized it.
My grandmother’s name.
But underneath it was something else.
A bank transfer.
Monthly payments.
For years.
My hands started shaking.
“She sold me?”” I whispered.
My mother immediately shook her head.
“I don’t know the full truth yet.””
“But the money is real.””
“Yes.””
I looked at Doña Carmela.
“Why?””
She didn't answer.
That angered me more than an insult.
“Why did you all let me believe my mother abandoned me?””
Doña Carmela’s expression changed.
The fake elegance disappeared.
“You were never supposed to find her.””
The room froze.
My mother stepped forward.
“Why?””
Doña Carmela looked at me.
And for the first time, I saw something beneath her hatred.
Fear.
“Because if you knew who you were, you would have destroyed everything.””
I swallowed.
“What does that mean?””
She looked toward the window.
“The Reyes family was supposed to disappear.””
My mother’s eyes narrowed.
“Explain.””
Doña Carmela smiled bitterly.
“Your daughter doesn’t know, does she?””
My mother went still.
“Know what?””
Doña Carmela looked at me.
“She doesn’t know she inherited everything.””
I felt cold.
“What?””
The old woman laughed softly.
“Your mother spent twenty years building an empire. But she never told you the most important part.””
She pointed at me.
“You are the legal owner.””
My heart stopped.
My mother looked away.
And that was enough.
She had been hiding something.
Again.
“Mom.””
She closed her eyes.
“I wanted to protect you.””
“No.””
My voice became stronger.
“You wanted to control what I knew.””
Before she could answer, my phone rang.
The screen showed an unknown number.
Everyone stared.
I answered.
A woman’s voice came through.
Older.
Weak.
But familiar.
A voice I had heard in my nightmares.
“Is this Elena?””
My blood turned cold.
“Who is this?””
A pause.
Then:
“My child…”
I couldn’t breathe.
“I’m sorry.””
The voice trembled.
“I’m your grandmother.””
The call ended.
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But before it disconnected, she whispered one sentence.
“Your mother is not telling you the whole truth.””
