A message from her lawyer: Everything is ready. Trust me.
Cristina smiled faintly.
Trust.
What a strange word now.
Memories flooded back—the lies, the late-night excuses, the receipts from a secret apartment, and finally, that day she saw Ruth walking out of it, adjusting her blouse like she owned everything Cristina had built.
Including her husband.
A knock on the window pulled her back.
Damian stood there in a perfect suit, wearing that confident, rehearsed smile.
Beside him, Ruth looked polished and expensive, her presence loud without saying a word.
“Shall we?” Damian asked.
Cristina stepped out calmly.
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