—Don’t say that. Being a father wasn’t about showing up for pictures. It was about staying when she needed you. And you didn’t.

The woman turned to him, desperate.

—Tell me the truth.

He hesitated.

And that silence said everything.

Yoana reached into the folder again.

This time, she pulled out a sealed envelope.

—When I found this… I realized your betrayal was worse than I imagined.

Raúl’s voice broke.

—Don’t show that.

But she opened it anyway.

—Explain to them why, eight months before your daughter died, you took out a life insurance policy in her name.

The entire room froze.

—Life insurance? the woman whispered.

Yoana looked directly at him.

—And tell them who the beneficiary was.

PART 4

—No… this can’t be real…

The woman’s voice shook as she tried to hold the document.

Yoana picked it up and read it clearly.

—Life insurance policy… primary beneficiary: Raúl Mendoza. Secondary beneficiary: Verónica Salas.

The woman covered her mouth.

—Me? Why is my name there?

Yoana’s voice softened—but only with exhaustion.

—Because you were the plan after my daughter.

The woman turned on Raúl.

—You told me that money was from an investment…

—You don’t understand, he said desperately.

—Don’t touch me! she shouted.

Yoana spoke again, steady.

—Our daughter was dying. While I prayed for her life… you prepared to profit from her death.

“That doesn’t mean I wanted her to die!” he argued.

—Then whose future were you securing?

No one defended him.

The woman stepped back, horrified.

—You used me… with money meant for a sick child?

He had no answer.

Yoana turned to the coffin, her voice finally breaking.

—My daughter deserved better.

She faced the room again.

—I stayed silent before because my priority was her. But today, I will not protect the image of a man who never protected us.

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