That night, Victoria returned home glowing after a beauty appointment, expecting Eduardo to praise her for “saving” Sofía’s life. Instead, she walked into a scene she would never forget.
Eduardo sat in his favorite leather chair, staring blankly ahead, Elena’s phone clutched in his hands. On the glass table beside him lay an open safe, documents scattered everywhere.
“Sit down, Victoria,” he said without looking up. His voice was cold, distant—filled with a restrained fury that was terrifying.
Victoria felt her legs shake. She knew exactly what was in that safe. Elena had told her during one of their last conversations—back when they were still friends, before Elena knew Victoria was her husband’s mistress.
“Do you know what Carmen found today?” Eduardo continued, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes, once warm, now looked like a stranger’s. “Elena’s phone. In your car. With messages she supposedly never sent.”
Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to stop her.
“And do you know what else I found in Elena’s safe?” Eduardo picked up one document. “Photos. Photos of you sabotaging her car brakes. Photos of you two arguing the day before the accident. And this…”