Rachel’s pov
I stared down at Vincent. He looked pale under his head bandage, but his eyes were wide and restless. My suspicion grew by the second. I suspected Vincent was finally starting to be swayed by the obvious cracks in Camilla's story, even if his words were still stubborn. I took a step closer to the guardrail, my boots pressing into the polished terrazzo floor tiles.
"You need to open your eyes, Vincent," I told him, keeping my voice completely level and steady. "I am urging you to believe me for the very first time in your life. You spent our entire marriage doubting my words because Camilla knew exactly how to play the victim. Do not make that mistake again when your life is on the line."
He shifted his weight against the pillows, his jaw tightening as he looked away toward
