And for the first time that night, real fear appeared on his face.
Not fear of scandal.
Fear of the past.
I slowly walked toward him.
“You just made a very serious mistake, Mr. Torres,” I said quietly.
“You don’t know anything.”
“Not yet,” I replied. “But I will.”
I took Elena’s hand and walked with her out of the restaurant.
She was still shaken.
Still wounded.
But no longer trapped.
And as the doors closed behind us, I knew something with certainty.
The complaint against Adrian was only the beginning.
Because that night hadn’t just started the fall of an abusive husband.
It had also reopened the mystery surrounding my husband’s death.
And if Mr. Torres was connected to it…
Then the next judgment wouldn’t be about what happened in that restaurant.
It would be about a much older crime.
And this time, I intended to uncover everything.
