Something inside you hardens.
“No.”
Her eyes narrow.
“No?”
“No.”
For the first time in years, the word feels clean.
She steps closer.
“If you fight me, I will make sure everyone knows what kind of man you really are.”
You almost laugh, but there is no humor in it.
“What kind is that?”
“Angry. Jealous. Unstable. A man who showed up at the hospital after being told not to. A man who broke into locked files. A man who refuses to accept his wife leaving.”
You realize then that she is not threatening to lie.
She has already begun.
The accident was not just an accident anymore. It was evidence she planned to twist.
Your phone buzzes.
A message from an unknown number.
This is Samuel Ortiz. Don Julian gave me your number. I’m his nephew and an attorney. Do not speak to your wife alone again. Record everything allowed by law. Preserve all documents. Call me now.
You look up at Veronica.
She sees your expression change.
“Who is that?”
