Chapter 16 - THE CHILD SHE PLANNED TO USE
DNA testing was not necessary.
There was no pregnancy.
No hidden baby.
No secret heir.
But the fertility records revealed how far Beatriz and Mateo’s relationship had gone.
They had discussed having a child.
Together.
While she was married to me.
One clinic appointment listed Mateo as her emergency contact.
Another document used my insurance information.
Beatriz intended to bill parts of the treatment through my family coverage.
I laughed when Gabriel explained it.
Not because it was funny.
Because betrayal had become so repetitive that anger no longer knew where to go.
Then investigators recovered deleted messages.
BEATRIZ:
If I have a baby, he’ll never question me.
MATEO:
Whose baby does he think it is?
BEATRIZ:
His.
MATEO:
And Isabella?
BEATRIZ:
She goes away.
There was the hierarchy.
New child.
New family.
New money.
Old child removed.
Old husband deceived.
Then another message.
MATEO:
If he changes the will?
BEATRIZ:
He will.
“He won’t resist if he thinks the baby is his.”
For several minutes, I could not speak.
I thought about how close I had come to returning home to another carefully manufactured reality.
A wife.
A pregnancy.
A daughter described as troubled.
A company quietly robbed.
I might have believed some of it.
That was the part I hated admitting.
I had trusted Beatriz enough to let her explain away things I should have inspected.
Not because I was stupid.
Because families require trust to function.
And people like Beatriz and Mateo used trust as infrastructure.
They built crimes inside it.
Then the prosecution offered Mateo a deal.
Full cooperation in exchange for reduced charges.
He accepted.
Beatriz did not know.
Mateo provided passwords.
Accounts.
Emails.
Records of meetings with Carlos Vega.
He admitted the land scheme.
The payroll theft.
The forged signatures.
The school plan.
He admitted threatening Isabella.
Then the prosecutor asked about the aircraft.
Mateo looked down.
“Beatriz knew.”
“Did she instruct you?”
“No.”
“Did she encourage you?”
Silence.
Then he answered.
“She said if he died, everything would be easier.”
That sentence changed the case.
Beatriz was rearrested on additional charges.
When officers escorted her from court, reporters shouted questions.
She looked straight into the cameras.
Then she said,
“My husband is using his money to steal my family.”
I watched from across the street.
For years, I had negotiated against people who believed repeating a lie made it valuable.
I knew better.
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Evidence had value.
And Beatriz had left enough of it to bury every version of the story she invented.
