The nurses nearby watched.
So did the security guards.
Good, you thought.
Let there be witnesses.
Leonardo took one step forward.
Damian’s guards blocked him.
Leonardo lifted his hands.
“I just want to talk to her.”
“You had months to talk,” you said. “You used your hands instead.”
His eyes flickered.
Only for a second.
But you saw it.
So did Damian.
Evelyn’s mouth tightened.
“Valeria, you are confused. You fainted. You’re overwhelmed.”
You looked at her.
For years, women like Evelyn had terrified you. Their perfect posture. Their icy judgment. Their talent for making cruelty sound like manners.
Now, standing there with bruises visible on your arms, you felt something new.
Disgust.
“No,” you said. “I am finally clear.”
Leonardo’s expression hardened.
“Think carefully. You file charges, and this becomes ugly for everyone.”
You almost smiled.
“It was already ugly. You just preferred it hidden under makeup.”
A nurse covered her mouth.
Evelyn snapped, “Enough.”
You looked at her.
“You knew.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You don’t understand what marriage requires.”
“I understand what prison feels like.”
That landed.
Leonardo’s mask slipped.
“You ungrateful little—”
