same version of the story.
Fear that the comparison that had kept them separated no longer worked.
Lucía took out an envelope.
Inside was the final legal agreement.
No direct contact.
No messages to clients or employees.
No threats.
No false public claims.
Any violation would be handled through her lawyer.
“I’m not asking you to love me,” Lucía said.
“I don’t need that anymore.”
She looked directly at them.
“I’m telling you that you will never use me again.”
Her father laughed bitterly.
“You think you’re better than us
