Chapter 17 - The Hearing
The first court hearing took place twelve days later.
Valeria was advised not to attend.
She went anyway.
Alejandro sat beside her.
Not in front.
Not speaking for her.
Beside her.
Esther entered through a separate door.
She wore navy blue.
Her hair was perfectly arranged.
Her expression calm.
For one strange second, she looked exactly like the mother Alejandro remembered from charity dinners and board meetings.
Elegant.
Controlled.
Untouchable.
Then she saw Valeria.
Something hard entered her eyes.
Valeria did not look away.
The prosecutor began with Teresa.
Teresa admitted accepting money.
Admitted administering replacement injections without verifying their origin.
Admitted staying silent after she became suspicious.
Her voice shook.
But she did not change her story.
Then Mateo testified.
He explained Valeria’s symptoms.
The independent testing.
The unexplained substances.
The medical risk.
The secret nighttime visits.
Esther’s attorney tried to imply an inappropriate relationship.
Mateo remained calm.
“Mrs. Aranda was my patient.”
“Did you visit her after midnight?”
“Yes.”
“Without her husband’s knowledge?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because she believed someone inside the house was interfering with her medical care.”
“Did you encourage her to keep secrets from her husband?”
“I encouraged her to survive long enough to decide whom she could trust.”
The courtroom became silent.
Alejandro lowered his eyes.
The defense attorney moved on quickly.
Camila testified next.
She described the staircase.
Esther’s hand.
Valeria falling.
The threat involving her daughter’s scholarship.
The attorney challenged her memory.
Camila did not bend.
“I remember because I still hear the sound of her hitting the railing when I sleep.”
Then came Héctor.
He looked smaller without his uniform.
Older.
He admitted disabling cameras.
Following Teresa.
Delivering cash.
Tracking Mateo’s visits.
And providing the original photograph used to create the false appearance of an affair.
The prosecutor asked, “Who instructed you?”
Héctor looked toward Esther.
“Mrs. Aranda.”
Her face remained still.
Then Rafael took the stand.
Alejandro had feared this moment.
His father looked physically ill.
The prosecutor asked, “Did you know your wife intended to pressure Valeria Aranda into leaving the marriage?”
“Yes.”
“Did you attend a meeting discussing medical interference?”
“Yes.”
“Did you stop it?”
“No.”
“Did you report it?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Rafael’s eyes filled.
“Cowardice.”
Esther finally looked at him.
Not with sadness.
With contempt.
Rafael saw it.
And something in him seemed to settle.
The prosecutor continued.
“Did your wife understand that the birth of Alejandro’s first child would reduce her control of Aranda Holdings?”
“Yes.”
“Did she object to that provision?”
“Yes.”
“How strongly?”
Rafael looked directly at Esther.
“She said she would not let a baby take away what belonged to her.”
A murmur moved through the courtroom.
The judge called for silence.
Then Gabriel Serrano testified about the trust.
The requested amendment.
The old letters.
The financial motive.
Finally, the prosecutor introduced the vineyard recording.
Esther’s own voice filled the courtroom.
“I’ll make sure that when she finally speaks, he already doubts her.”
Alejandro closed his eyes.
Hearing it again still hurt.
But this time, something was different.
He no longer heard proof that he had been fooled.
He heard proof that Valeria had been targeted.
That distinction mattered.
The defense argued that Esther never intended physical harm.
That employees exceeded instructions.
That stress had distorted memories.
That Valeria and Alejandro were using the crisis to seize corporate control.
Then Esther herself asked to speak.
Her attorneys looked alarmed.
The judge allowed it.
Esther stood.
She looked at Alejandro.
“I built that family.”
Alejandro said nothing.
“I held it together while your father drank himself through difficult years.”
Rafael lowered his eyes.
“I negotiated debts.”
“I protected employees.”
“I kept your grandfather’s company alive when others would have sold it.”
Her voice remained strong.
“And then Emilio decided an unborn child deserved more authority than I did.”
She looked at Valeria.
“That was not justice.”
Valeria answered quietly.
“It was never your company.”
Esther’s expression cracked.
“I earned it.”
Alejandro finally spoke.
“You earned respect.”
He looked at her.
“You turned it into ownership.”
For the first time, Esther seemed to have no answer.
Then the judge ordered that her financial and corporate authority remain suspended pending further proceedings.
The decision was temporary.
But symbolically, it was enormous.
Esther Aranda left the courtroom without controlling anything.
Outside, reporters crowded the steps.
Alejandro shielded Valeria from the cameras.
A journalist shouted, “Mr. Aranda, who controls the company now?”
Alejandro stopped.
He looked at Valeria.
Then answered.
“My family does.”
The journalist shouted another question.
“Do you mean the Aranda family?”
Alejandro shook his head.
“No.”
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He placed one hand gently over Valeria’s.
“I mean my wife and child.”
