Helio
“Do you even hear yourself, Helio?” she snapped, her hands curling into fists as fury churned inside her. “Julio loved me. He loved our family. Stop saying rubbish.”
I exhaled slowly and shook my head. “Did anyone ever tell you how he really died?” I asked.
She blinked, swallowed hard, nerves rising on her skin.
I stepped closer. Her eyes widened as I closed the distance, stopping only long enough to extend the file toward her.
She glanced at it, then back at me, refusing to take it.
“Your husband died while sleeping with one of his mistresses, Violet,” I said calmly. Her face drained of color instantly, but I wasn’t finished. “And he fathered three children with three different women.”
The moment the words settled, her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the floor.
Julian was
