50 He Humiliated His Pregnant Wife, Claiming the Mistress Brought the Heir… Until the Police Revealed Who the Real Father Was

Two years after the trial.

Life had settled into a beautiful, harmonious rhythm for Renata and her family. Mateo was now a energetic three-year-old who filled the Salazar estate with laughter, running through the sprawling gardens with their two rescued golden retrievers.

Renata had become one of the most respected philanthropic figures in the country, sitting on the boards of major charitable institutions and managing her family's expanded logistics empire alongside her father.

One rainy afternoon, Gabriel Vance arrived at the estate with a thick Manila folder.

Renata met him in the study, serving tea. "What is it, Gabriel? Is there an issue with the foundation's expansion?"

"No, the expansion in Monterrey is going smoothly," Gabriel replied, taking a seat. "This is regarding Emiliano."

Renata set her teacup down smoothly. The name no longer caused her pain or anger. It was merely a footnote in her history. "What about him?"

"He filed an emergency petition for early parole on medical grounds," Gabriel reported. "Apparently, he was involved in a prison yard altercation six months ago that left him with a permanent limp and severe vision impairment in his right eye. His lawyer claimed he has shown 'remorse' and requested a reduction in sentence."

Renata looked at Gabriel calmly. "And the parole board's decision?"

Gabriel pulled out a signed document with a big red stamp. "Denied. Unanimously. The board cited his complete lack of accountability during the initial trial and his pattern of manipulative behavior. He will serve the entire fifteen years without further review."

Renata leaned back in her leather chair, looking out the window at the rain pouring over the lush green gardens—a sharp contrast to the cold, dreary rain of the night at the club three years ago.

"And Ximena?" Renata asked.

"Ximena was released early on probation last month due to overcrowding," Gabriel said. "She is currently working twelve-hour shifts as a dishwasher at a diner in a border town, living in a shared studio apartment. Her probation terms require eighty percent of her wages to be garnished to pay back the legal restitution owed to your family's trust fund."

Renata nodded slowly. "She made her choices. Now she lives with them."

"And Héctor?"

"Héctor passed away in the prison hospital two months ago from liver failure," Gabriel said quietly. "Nobody claimed his body. The state handled the burial."

A moment of quiet reflection washed over the room. The family that had once prided itself on prestige, wealth, and arrogant dominance had been completely erased, swallowed up by the very corruption they had cultivated.