On our wedding night, I discovered scars and fresh bruises on my wife—when she told me who did it, I realized someone had just made the worst mistake of their life

Mariana was coincidence. Protecting her was a choice.

Mauricio’s face drained of color.

— You set a trap for me.

Mariana lifted her face.

— No. You built the trap. We simply stopped living inside it.

At that moment, red and blue light spilled through the window.

Mauricio stepped back.

— Daniel, we can work this out. I have money. I have connections. Just continue reading …