Chapter 4 - The Iron Lady's Warning
I gave up everything for him. The breaking point came when I had to return to Mexico City to officially sever my financial ties. I ended up cutting off all communication with my mother after a horrendous, screaming argument in her pristine mahogany office.
"That boy has empty eyes, Valeria," my mother said that afternoon, slamming her manicured hand onto her massive wooden desk.
"He doesn't love you. He loves what you represent. And if you tell him you don't have a single peso to your name, he will crush you."
Filled with the arrogant pride and foolish rebellion of youth, I screamed right back at her.
"You are a classist!" I yelled, tears of anger streaming down my face.
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"Diego doesn't know anything about my money, and he loves me anyway! You just can't stand that I won't be a pawn in your corporate games!"
That very day, I packed my bags, closed my primary bank accounts, and left with only the modest savings I had in a separate, independent account.
