“At two in the morning?” I asked.
Her glare sharpened.
Marcus tried to sit up. “Elena, we can talk privately.”
“We could,” I replied. “But honesty has never been your strength.”
Fear flickered across his face.
Good.
Because three hours earlier, my lawyer had sent me a full report. Not only had they been involved behind my back—they had also been stealing from my mother’s trust fund, the one I managed for her medical care.
They thought I wouldn’t notice.
They thought exhaustion made me careless.
They thought love made me blind.
Vanessa leaned close. “You’re enjoying this.”
“I’m working.”
“You’ve always been good at serving people.”
“And you’ve always been good at taking what isn’t yours,” I said.
Her eyes flicked to the necklace.
There it was—a crack in her confidence.
Then the hospital doors opened.
My lawyer walked in, still in her night clothes under a coat, holding a file. Behind her was a financial crimes detective.
Vanessa froze.
I removed my gloves and dropped them aside.
