They Thought I Was Nothing After My Husband Died— They Were Wrong About My $2.8 Billion Secret
In Monterrey, rain doesn’t fall gently. It strikes with weight. That night, it cut through my thin black dress and into my skin, seeping deeper than the cold, as if determined to extinguish whatever strength I had left. I stood on a silent street in San Pedro Garza García, staring at the house I had…
