During my night shift at the hospital, two patients were brought into the emergency room. Surprisingly, they turned out to be my husband and sister-in-law. I gave a cold smile and did something nobody expected.

Minutes later, a police officer arrived. Marcus had crashed his car into a barrier outside a luxury hotel. Vanessa had been with him—wearing a diamond necklace I recognized immediately.

My anniversary necklace.

The one he claimed had been stolen.

When asked for a statement, Vanessa quickly composed herself.

“It was an accident. He was just driving me home from a family dinner.”

“At two in the morning?” I asked.

Her glare sharpened.

Marcus tried to sit up. “Elena, we can talk privately.”

“We could,” I replied. “But honesty has never been your strength.”

Fear flickered across his face.