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My husband had been in his coffin only a few hours when my mother-in-law demanded our house keys. “Pack your bags, incubator,” she sneered, tossing a f3ke paternity test onto the coffin. “My son’s millions belong to his real family.” My husband’s lawyer entered with a projector. Then my husband’s face appeared on screen, and his first sentence made my mother-in-law collapse.

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ever seen him.

“And now,” he said, “everyone will hear the phone call where my own mother ordered my death.”

The recording began.

Doña Teresa’s voice filled the church.

“It has to look like an accident.”

A man answered her calmly.

“If we do it on the mountain road, nobody will investigate too deeply.”

Then her voice came again, cold and final.

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