LOGIN~Elena’s POV~I drop the phone.Marina raises the gun higher. “Pick it up, slowly.”“You’ve been working with my father this whole time? The lawsuit, the surveillance, all of it.”“Your father approached me two years ago, after Mateo’s divorce. Antonio knew Mateo’s pattern, knew the Sandoval family’s weakness for covering up scandals.” Marina steps further into the apartment. “We just needed the right plaintiff. The right circumstances. The right amount of documented evidence.”“So you…waited for Mateo to fuck another student?”“We created the opportunity. I suggested Mateo apply for the Barcelona position. Your father enrolled you in his art class. I made sure you were desperate enough financially to accept questionable arrangements.” Her smile is cold. “You were so easy to manipulate Elena. One sabotaged grant application and you were willing to pose naked for cash.”“David sabotaged my grant…”“On your father’s instructions. Antonio paid David twenty thousand euros to tank your app
I read Mateo’s words with shaking hands.*I attempted to maintain appropriate boundaries with Miss Vega after discovering she was my student. She pursued contact repeatedly. Appeared at my office uninvited. Initiated physical encounters despite my verbal objections. I take responsibility for not reporting her behavior or removing myself from the situation, but I want the record to reflect that I was not the initiator.*The words blur.Marina grabs the document. “This is coerced testimony. What did you offer him?”“Nothing. He volunteered to it.” Ruiz speaks for the first time. “Professor Sandoval is cooperating fully. Providing details of every encounter, every attempt he made to establish distance, every time Miss Vega contacted him first.”“He’s lying to save himself…”“Or he’s telling the truth and you’ve been lying to save yourself.” Morales sits again. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to give us your version of events. Every detail. Every encounter. Every conversat
I’m at the police station in forty minutes.Marina meets me at the entrance, briefcase in her hand, expression grim. “Don’t say anything, not one word. They’re building a conspiracy case and every syllable will be used against you.”“There’s hotel footage. From the night I met Mateo. My father had us followed…”“I know, Rebecca sent it to the prosecutor an hour ago.” Marina pulls me aside. “Elena, that footage doesn’t help you. It shows you approaching Mateo, propositioning him, initiating everything. Combined with the office cameras showing the same pattern, it looks like you deliberately targeted him.”“I didn’t know who he was…”“But your father did. He knew Mateo would be at that bar. The PI’s report shows he had been tracking Mateo’s movements for days.” She shows me a document. “Your father knew Mateo went to that specific bar every Friday, alone, vulnerable.”My stomach drops. “You think my father sent me there? To that exact bar?”“I think your father mentioned it casually. Su
~Elena’s POV~My chest tightens. “What?”“It’s exile essentially but it clears my name. Let me start over somewhere else. London, maybe. Or New York.”“And if you don’t take it?”“Then I fight the charges. Probably go to prison for conspiracy I didn’t commit. Evidence is circumstantial but damning…the emails, the phone calls, the timing. Isabella made sure it looks real.”I sink onto my apartment floor. “When do you have to decide?”“Twenty-four hours. They need an answer by tomorrow night.”“What do you want to do?”“I don’t know. If I leave, I will lose you. If I stay, I lose everything else.” His voice breaks. “So I’m asking…if I stay and fight, will you wait, or is this already over?”The question I’ve been avoiding.“I don’t know,” I admit. “My father tried to destroy us while pretending to support us. Your family actually destroyed us while being honest about it and we…” My voice cracks. “We destroyed ourselves by being too selfish or too stupid or too desperate to stop.”“So th
~Elena’s POV~I watch the footage three times before my brain accepts what I’m seeing.My father. Alive, healthy, months ago. Standing in Mateo’s office with David, positioning cameras with surgical precision.“Higher. You need the angle to capture the desk.” Papa’s voice is clear, unmistakable. “And one more by the window for backup. Make sure the timestamp is visible.”David follows instructions. “You are sure about this? If Elena finds out…”“She won’t. She will think it was me acting alone.” David’s voice. “You are just the concerned father protecting his daughter.”“I am protecting her.” Papa steps back, examines the camera placement. “From making the same mistakes her mother and I did. From throwing away her future for a man who collects broken women.”The video ends.I’m standing in the courtyard, phone trembling in my hands, when Sofia appears.“Elena? What is wrong? You look…”I show her the video without speaking.She watches. Goes pale. “No. That is not possible. Your fathe
*To the University of Barcelona Ethics Committee:**My name was Antonio Vega. By the time you read this, I’ll be dead but before I go, I need to tell you something about my daughter Elena.**Forty years ago, I was you. I was the professor. My wife was the student. We fell in love despite every rule saying we shouldn’t. We hid it for years. When it came out, I lost my career and she lost her reputation. We built a new life from nothing.**I tell you this not to excuse my daughter’s choices. She violated your policies, she made mistakes. But so did I and those mistakes led to forty years of marriage, a successful business and a brilliant daughter.**Elena is guilty of loving someone she shouldn’t have loved. Of making complicated choices in impossible situations, of being human.**If you expel her, you are not punishing misconduct. You are punishing love and love is messy and inconvenient and often inappropriate. But it is also the only thing that makes any of this worth it.**So here i







