Julian said nothing.
“You told me once she was gone, we’d leave the country.”
“Stop talking.”
“You said the warehouse was for the new company.”
“Shut up, Elena.”
“You said the medicine would make her sleep.”
The silence that followed was absolute.
My skin turned cold.
Adrian stepped closer to me.
Marian lifted her phone, recording every word.
Julian moved toward Elena.
One of the security officers blocked him.
Elena began to tremble.
Perhaps she finally understood the structure of the trap around her. She had believed herself to be the chosen woman, the clever mistress who would inherit my home and my husband’s future.
Instead, she had been selected as a witness, an accomplice, and eventually a corpse.
“What medicine?” I asked.
Elena looked at me.
Her glossy confidence was gone. Mascara pooled beneath her eyes.
