I paid his bills for years, he divorced me, but tonight in court my USB drive made the judge laugh at him!

He spoke of his successes, his company, how he was self-made, ignoring the fact that I had paid his rent, his food, and his insurance for six years.

When I mentioned my financial support, he dismissed it arrogantly, saying they were “gifts” to support his dreams.

He expected me to cry, beg, or scream. However, something strange happened inside me.

Instead of tears, my lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t a smile of joy, but one of understanding. Alejandro was annoyed by my reaction, demanded I sign, and stormed off, saying his lawyer would contact me.

I was left alone in the living room, but the smile didn’t fade. I got up and walked to my desk, opening the same laptop I’d used to pay all his bills for years. I clicked on a hidden folder deep within my hard drive, one I’d been unconsciously populating since the day we moved in together.

The folder was simply titled: “Records.”

Inside that digital folder lay the true story of our marriage, a very different truth from the one Alejandro told the world. There were six years’ worth of bank statements, receipts, hastily signed loan agreements, and emails.

I had documented every euro spent on him: from the €1,500 to repair his car to the €5,000 for software licenses, adding up to an astronomical sum he swore he’d earned “on his own.” I remembered my friend Clara, a divorce lawyer, who years ago warned me not to be his girlfriend, but his bank, and advised me to keep evidence “just in case.” How right she was!

But my investigation didn’t stop there. After he left, I hired a private investigator recommended by Clara and, in an act that surprised even me, installed hidden security cameras in our living room and kitchen. I needed to document his real life, not the facade he presented to investors. Over the next few weeks, the cameras captured everything. They recorded Alejandro playing video games for hours while I was at work, and charging luxury dinners to my credit card. But the most damning evidence was the audio recordings of his phone calls.

I listened, my heart frozen but my mind clear, as he boasted to his friends.