“Elena is a broke orphan who didn’t have ten pesos to her name when I married her five years ago.”

“She owns the entire commercial plaza, Alejandro,” Oscar said, stepping closer and speaking in a tense whisper.

“She owns the land, the foundation, the parking structure, and the original mortgage note.”

“She’s running a desperate bluff with forged paperwork,” Alejandro snapped, crumpling the right edge of the default order in his fist.

“She probably hired some retired court clerk to print fake letterhead to scare us.”

“I checked the deed registry numbers with the state property office twenty minutes ago,” Oscar said.