Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - From Skating Glory to Fatal Betrayal The Tragic End of Colombian Champion Luzmery Tristán PART2 #22

Episode Date: February 6, 2026

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #tragicstory #athletetragedy #unsolvedcrime #darktales In Part 2, Luzmery’s career and personal life face escalating dangers. Rivalries, jealousies, and secret vendettas begin to surface, showing the vulnerability behind her public image of success. The story captures the tension, the warnings ignored, and the series of choices that pushed her toward a tragic fate, setting the stage for a shocking conclusion. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrime, sportstragedy, tragicstory, murderstory, unsolvedmystery, darkcrime, crimeinvestigation, Colombiancrime, shockingstory, betrayalstory, athletecrime, grimreality, mysterythriller, crimefiction

It's hard to imagine that a woman like Luz Mary Tristan, strong, admired, and loved by a whole nation, could end her story surrounded by fear and violence. The same woman who once stood proudly on the podium, draped in the Colombian flag, with her gold medals glimmering under the lights, would one day become the face of a tragedy that exposed the darker side of love and obsession. According to the testimony of Maria del Pilar Haramio, Andres Gustavo Ricci Garcia, the man who would later become Luz Mary's partner, had once been her husband. In the beginning, Maria del Pilar described him as charming, courteous, and full of affection. But that image didn't last long. As time went by, his temper worsened, his respect faded, and his behavior turned into abuse. What had once been a dream marriage soon became a living nightmare.

One day, Maria del Pilar gathered all her courage, packed her things, and left. She had decided she wasn't going to be another victim of his cruelty. After that separation, Andres' name started being whispered around Callie's social circles. People talked about his arrogance, his temper, and his problem with substances. But there was something magnetic about him too, something that drew people in, even when they should have run the other way. Luz-Merry, who had known Andres for years, didn't see the monster others described. To her, he was a friend, a man who had lost his way but still carried a kind heart beneath all that chaos.

Their friendship had been built on years of shared memories, trust, and mutual understanding. Luz-Mary had seen Andres go through personal storms and thought maybe, just maybe, she could be the calm that helped him heal. Slowly, that friendship turned into something more. It began innocently, long conversations, laughter, dinners, and eventually, a spark that neither of them could ignore. Despite the warnings from those around her, she followed her heart. At the beginning, everything seemed perfect. Andres treated her like a queen. He took her to the best restaurants in Cali, sent her flowers for no reason, and surprised. her with spontaneous trips. He made her feel like she was living inside a romantic movie, one of those

love stories where second chances actually worked. Luz Mary, after everything she had endured in her life, thought she had finally found peace. He's a man who truly loves me, she told her friends. He came into my life at just the right moment. But love, as she would painfully learn, can sometimes disguise itself as a storm. After a while, Andres began to change. The affectionate man who once adored her turned moody and jealous. His temper was unpredictable, and his word started to sting. Friends noticed the change in her, how her laughter became quieter, how her once bright energy seemed to fade. What had started as an exciting romance slowly became a cycle of breakups, reconciliations, and tears. Luz Mary tried to walk away several times, but Andres always found a way to pull her back.

He would beg for forgiveness, promised to change, swear his love, and she would believe him, hoping that the man she once knew was still in there somewhere. But the truth was far darker. Andre struggled with serious drug addiction, a battle that made him erratic and paranoid. His insecurities became dangerous. He accused Luz-Merry of cheating, of lying, of betraying him, even when there was no reason to doubt her. The arguments grew louder, more violent. Neighbors said they often heard shouting coming from the house. Still, she stayed, trapped between love and fear, convinced that she could save him.

In the months leading up to August 2023, the couple seemed to be rebuilding. Against all odds, they decided to get engaged. They even started handing out wedding invitations for October. To outsiders, it looked like a fresh start, two people trying to leave the past behind. Luz Mary's friends wanted to believe she was finally happy again. But those closest to her sensed that something wasn't right. The night of August 5, 2023, changed everything. It was around 1 o'clock in the morning when residents of the exclusive gated community in Calibbean.

began hearing screams. At first, they thought it was another of the couple's arguments. But then came the sounds of crashes, things breaking, and, moments later, gunshots. Terrified, the neighbors called emergency services. When the police arrived, the front door of the house was locked. They knocked repeatedly, but no one answered. The silence that followed was chilling. Finally, they decided to break in. What they found inside would haunt them forever. In the guest bedroom, lying motionless on the floor, was Luz Mary. She had a gunshot wound in her torso.

Near her, still holding a gun in his trembling hand, was Andres Ricci, the same man who once promised to love and protect her. He was covered in sweat, pacing, muttering incoherently. When the officers tried to arrest him, he resisted violently. He screamed at them, threatened them, and even fired shots before being subdued. By the time paramedics arrived, it was too late. Luz-Mary had been dead for several hours. Her body was cold.

The woman who had once conquered the world on skates had met her end at the hands of the man she thought she could fix. Inside the house, police found six weapons, two non-lethal rubber guns and four firearms, including semi-automatic pistols and a revolver. None of them had legal permits. The scene was chaotic, overturned furniture, shattered glass, and signs of a desperate struggle. Andres was taken to a hospital under heavy police guard.

Doctors reported that he was under the influence of multiple substances and suffered a cardiovascular collapsed shortly after being detained. His lawyer immediately claimed that his client was gravely ill and requested special medical guarantees, saying he was awaiting a heart transplant. The authorities didn't buy it. The technical investigation corps of the Colombian Attorney General's office took over the case. Forensic teams worked through the early morning hours, collecting evidence. Andrace attended his first court hearing virtually from his hospital bed on the night of August 6th. The next day, the prosecution formally charged him with aggravated femicide and illegal possession of firearms. The judge ordered his immediate imprisonment once his medical condition

stabilized. The news hit Columbia like a shockwave. People couldn't believe it, lose Mary Tristan, the nation's skating legend, murdered by her partner. Social media exploded with grief, anger and disbelief. Tributes poured in from athletes, journalists, politicians, and ordinary citizens. Her face appeared on every screen, her story retold in every headline.

But beneath the collective mourning, there was also rage. How could another woman die like this? How many more would fall victim to the same kind of violence? Luz-Mary's death reignited a national debate about gender violence, toxic relationships, and the urgent need for protection mechanisms for women. She wasn't just a victim, she was a symbol, a reminder that even the strongest among us are not immune to abuse.

On August 8th, a memorial was held at the Luz-Marie Tristan Sports Center in Cali, the very place she had built with her own hands years earlier to train new generations of skaters. Hundreds attended, family, friends, students, and fans. Her coffin, draped in the Colombian flag, was surrounded by her skates, helmet, and the uniform of her club. It was a heartbreaking but beautiful farewell. As the funeral procession passed through the training rink, her students formed a path of honor, holding their skates close to their hearts. Many cried quietly, others simply stood in silence, their faces pale and tear-streaked. It was more than a goodbye, it was a promise to keep her spirit alive.

Her son Mario, visibly shaken, gave a moving speech. He spoke of his mother's resilience, her strength, and her unbreakable will. Her essence lives in each of us, he said, his voice trembling. In our determination, in our discipline, even in the way we walk. She taught us to face life with courage. We'll honor her by living as she taught us to live. He ended by looking up at the sky and whispering, rest in peace, mom. You gave us everything we needed to keep going.

The crowd stood in silence. Many of them, even those who had never met her, felt as if they had lost someone close. Later that same day, the results of Luz Mary's autopsy were released. The report revealed disturbing details. The bullet had entered through her back and exited through her chest, piercing her clothing in a pattern consistent with a close-range shot. That meant she had likely been trying to walk away, or perhaps turn her back, when Andres pulled the trigger. It wasn't a crime of passion. It was execution born from control, from rage, from the twisted belief that if he couldn't have her, no one could.

Colombians reacted with heartbreak and fury. Feminist groups, athletes, and ordinary citizens gathered in public plazas carrying banners with her name, demanding justice not. only for Luz-Merry but for all the women who had lost their lives under similar circumstances. N. I. Una Moss, they chanted. Not one more. The following weeks were filled with tributes. Documentaries, interviews, and retrospective celebrated her life, the girl who once borrowed a pair of skates from her neighbor, who trained tirelessly until she made history. They talked about her comeback after her husband's imprisonment, her years on the Clinton list, and her decision to start from zero and build a business that helped countless athletes. Lou's Mary's story became both a source of pride and a painful reminder.

She had conquered the world, yes, but she couldn't conquer the violence that waited inside her own home. In the end, her death forced Columbia to look at itself in the mirror. How could a woman so loved, so respect. so accomplished end up as another statistic. As the days turned into weeks, Andrace remained under medical supervision, claiming illness. His lawyers tried to delay proceedings, arguing he wasn't fit to attend court. But the public wasn't fooled.

They saw it for what it was, a desperate attempt to escape justice. Meanwhile, Luz-Marie's family continued to fight. Her children, though broken-hearted, vowed to preserve her legacy. They reopened her sports foundation, renamed scholarships in her honor, and pushed for legislation to strengthen protections for women in abusive relationships. Her story became a lesson, a painful, unforgettable one, about how love can sometimes disguise danger, and how silence can cost a life. There's a cruel irony in it all, Luz Mary, whose name means, light, was extinguished by the very person she tried to help

find his own. But even in death, her light refused to fade. It shines in every young athlete lacing up their skates in Cali, in every girl who dares to dream of greatness, and in every woman who refuses to stay silent in the face of abuse. Because Luz-Marie Tristan wasn't just a champion on the track. She was a fighter in every sense of the word, a woman who fell, rose, and gave everything for love and for life. And though her story ended with tragedy, her voice continues to echo through the halls of every skating rink in Columbia, whispering the same message she always lived by. Never let fear stop you from moving forward.

To be continued.