After months away, I came home to a distant wife—when I finally saw the bruises on her body, I realized the truth was far worse than betrayal

her hand hidden in mine beneath the table.

I smiled. “How thoughtful.”

Ricardo leaned back in his chair. “While you were off playing hero, we kept everything together here. The company needed leadership. Mother needed security. Elena needed guidance.”

“Guidance?” I repeated.

Mother’s eyes hardened. “Don’t be dramatic. She continue reading …