What a sh0ck to visit my friend in the hospital. My husband was taking care of her. I withdrew my assets and blocked them…

I wanted suffering that matched the betrayal.
I stood, straightened my jacket, and stared down the hallway toward room 305 like it was a target.
“Enjoy your honeymoon in the hospital,” I murmured. “Because tomorrow… your hell begins.”
Outside in my car, I didn’t even start the engine before calling Héctor—my trusted head of IT and security.
“Hello, Héctor,” I said, my voice calm in a way that didn’t sound like me anymore.
“Mrs. de la Vega? Is everything alright?”
“I need your help tonight. Urgent. Confidential.”
“Always, ma’am.”
“First: block Ricardo’s platinum card. Second: freeze the trading account he manages—call it a sudden internal audit. Third: alert the legal team to prepare asset recovery.”

A beat of silence—Héctor was smart enough not to ask why.
“Understood. When do we execute?”
“Now. Immediately. I want the notification to hit the moment he tries to pay for something.”
“I’ll proceed.”
“One more thing,” I added. “Find the best locksmith you can. And hire a couple of strong security men. Tomorrow morning we’re visiting the house in Segovia.”
“At your service, ma’am.”
I ended the call, started the car, and caught my reflection in the rearview mirror.
The woman who cried in that hallway was gone.
All that remained was Sofia—the CEO—who had finally learned what mercy cost.
My phone buzzed: a WhatsApp message from Ricardo.
“My love, I’ve arrived in Valencia. I’m exhausted. Going to sleep. Kisses. I love you.”
I laughed—quiet, sharp, humorless.
Then I typed my reply with perfect calm.
“Okay, honey. Sleep well. Dream sweet dreams—because tomorrow you may wake up to a surprising reality. I love you too.”
Send.
And as the screen went dark, a crooked smile spread across my lips.
The game had officially begun.