Five minutes after signing the divorce papers

Five minutes after signing the divorce papers

My name is Victoria. I’m twenty-eight years old, and I was married to Alejandro for three years.

He met me when I appeared to be an ordinary woman working in a small flower shop in Coyoacán, Mexico City. I truly loved him, and when he proposed, I said yes without hesitation.

What he never knew was that the flower shop was only a hobby.

My real identity is Victoria Altamira—the sole heir and hidden CEO of Grupo Altamira Global, one of the most powerful real estate and technology empires in Latin America.

I kept my wealth secret because I wanted something real. I wanted to know if Alejandro loved me for who I was—not for what I owned.

After we got married, I quietly arranged for Alejandro to be hired as a senior manager within my company through trusted connections. I also helped his mother, Doña Rebeca, secure a consulting position.

They believed everything they gained came from their own talent.

With high salaries and generous benefits—approved by me without their knowledge—they quickly became wealthy. They bought a large house, luxury cars, and began living a life of comfort.

But as their wealth grew… so did their arrogance.

Everything changed when I was seven months pregnant.

One night, Alejandro came home holding a manila envelope. Behind him stood his mother—and his mistress, Fernanda, an executive at the same company.

“Sign this,” he said coldly, tossing divorce papers onto the table.

I stared at the documents, then at my belly.

“Alejandro… I’m pregnant,” I said quietly.

Doña Rebeca laughed with open contempt.

“You think a pregnancy will keep you in my son’s life? Open your eyes. My son is about to become Vice President of Grupo Altamira. And you? You’re nothing but a poor, useless woman we’re tired of supporting.”

Fernanda smirked, clinging to his arm. “He needs a partner on his level—someone with class and ambition. Look at you… you look like hired help.”

I looked at Alejandro, hoping—just once—he would defend me.

But he didn’t.

“I’ve already signed,” he said flatly. “You’ve added nothing to my life. I don’t need you—or a child slowing me down now that I’m about to reach the top.”

I didn’t cry.

Instead, something inside me went completely still. The last piece of love I had for him disappeared.

I picked up the pen and signed.

“Alright,” I said calmly. “I just hope you don’t regret this.”

Then I grabbed my bag and walked out—leaving them behind, laughing and celebrating my departure.

One week later, everything changed.

That day was the company’s most important board meeting at the Grupo Altamira headquarters on Paseo de la Reforma. It was also the day Alejandro expected to be promoted to Vice President.

Inside the boardroom, Alejandro, Fernanda, and Doña Rebeca sat confidently among executives, dressed in their finest.

“I’m so proud of you,” his mother whispered. “The CEO herself will be here today. Make sure you impress her.”

“Of course,” Alejandro replied smugly. “Fernanda and I are the future of this company.”

Then the Director of Operations stood and addressed the room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today marks a historic moment. After years of leading from the shadows, it is my honor to introduce the sole owner and CEO of this company.”

Everyone stood.

The doors opened.

Eight security guards entered first.

And then… I walked in.

I wore a tailored white suit that highlighted my pregnancy, along with diamond jewelry passed down from my grandfather. Every step echoed through the silent room.

When Alejandro saw me, his coffee cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

“V… Victoria?” he stammered.

His mother turned pale. Fernanda stepped back, gripping the table.

“What is that woman doing here?” Doña Rebeca whispered frantically. “Security, remove her!”

But no one moved.

Instead, every executive in the room bowed.

“Good morning, Madam CEO,” they said in unison.

Silence filled the room.

Alejandro collapsed into his chair, trembling.

“CEO…?” he whispered.

I walked to the head of the table and sat down.

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