The sun had barely begun to brush the city with its first rays when Ariadna and her boyfriend started collecting all the most valuable items in the apartment.

Using the key she had stolen from the office, she opened the small safe Pablo kept in his little study and pulled out all the cards he had stored there, cash, masculine jewelry, and his wedding ring—the one he treasured and gazed at during his emotional lows.

With a satisfied smirk, Ariadna stuffed everything into a bag and began giving her boyfriend instructions on which furniture they could take and sell.

However, when the boy started hauling some items, they were stopped by the security guard.

“Excuse me, miss, but without authorization from Mr. Mars, we cannot allow you to take anything from here,” he said.

“How dare you! How insolent!” Ariadna snapped, itching to kill him. “This is my boyfriend’s apartment and his furniture. I can do whatever I want with it!”

“I’m sorry, miss, but we need authorization from Mr. or Mrs. Mars