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

“She’s still paying the rent, why would I stop her?” he said, laughing. And then, the phrase that sealed his fate: “Once the company goes public, I’m leaving. I’m moving to the penthouse. Amelia has already served her purpose. It’s like training wheels on a bicycle, necessary at the beginning, but you take them off when you learn to ride.”

I also discovered “Verónica,” the influencer he was cheating on me with, and how he planned to marry her using money he supposedly didn’t have.

I gathered everything: the fraud he committed against investors by claiming he had no debts, the lies on his tax returns, and the proof of his infidelity. I organized the evidence onto a new USB drive. When the day of the hearing arrived, Alejandro showed up at the courthouse with his lawyer and Verónica, dressed like she was on a runway, thinking they had already won. He expected to see a defeated woman; instead, he saw me sitting next to Clara, calm, with a new haircut and an impeccable suit. His lawyer began with typical arrogance, asserting to the judge that Alejandro was a self-made man and that there were no shared assets to divide, requesting a clean separation without compensation. That’s when Clara stood up and said, “Your Honor, we absolutely contest that characterization. We have extensive documentation.”

The atmosphere in the courtroom changed dramatically when Clara opened her briefcase. She began presenting statement after statement, proving that I had paid rent, utilities, and insurance for six years, along with the loan agreements Alejandro had carelessly signed. Alejandro’s lawyer tried to argue that they were “spousal gifts,” but Clara was relentless: “These are documented loans. And there’s more. Mr. Mitchell committed fraud by telling his investors he had no outstanding debts.” Alejandro began to pale, but the final blow was yet to come.

“My client has one last piece of evidence that puts Mr. Mitchell’s character into context,” Clara announced. I stood and walked to the bench, placing the USB drive in front of the judge. “These are security camera recordings from our home,” I said. The judge inserted the drive and played the files. The courtroom fell silent as Alejandro’s voice filled the space, mocking me, calling me “pathetic,” and admitting that he used me as a personal bank and then discarded me.