At my wedding, I saw my father-in-law put something in my champagne glass… so I switched glasses and smiled.

me all this?”

Rebeca looked at me with a terrifying serenity.
“Because I need to know which side you’re on.”

The room fell silent.
“Excuse me?” I whispered.

“If you talk, I might go to jail. Arturo will fall too. Emiliano will be ruined by those signatures. The Villaseñor family will become public scum. But if you cooperate, you become the wife who helps continue reading …