purpose. Navy silk dress, pearls, red lipstick—the one Ernesto said made me look unstoppable. Then I called my lawyer.

“Meet me at the club tonight. Bring the police. I’m filing charges.”

At eight o’clock, I arrived.

The wedding was extravagant—flowers, champagne, music, a towering cake. All funded by money Diego thought he had taken.

When he saw me, he continue reading …