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I grabbed the phone cursing because I had a fucking driving school car in front of me not going over twenty miles per hour. I dodged it cursing at all the idiots who would get their licenses.

I managed to enter WhatsApp, find my boss, and hit the microphone.

"R, it’s urgent, I can’t tell you now, but look at what I’m sending without your wife around. I’m headed to your house if they don’t catch me first. Sorry, brother, I wish I could have sent you something else."

I released the button and then attached the video.

A burst of bullets shattered the rear window, hitting me from behind, forcing me to swerve.

38

Accusations

Nikita, 6 horas antes.

After visiting the site proposed by Piluca, the real estate agent, and Andrea falling in love with it, I cornered R to tell him about my plans to keep Arasagasti's wife on our side.

Fortunately, he thought it was a good idea, although he wasn't too pleased about my taxi escape. He made me promise that it wouldn’t happen again. I had no choice but to capitulate. I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of talking to him about Yuri. But first, I wanted to see if Andrey could get any information that would clear up more of the mysteries.

If my brother was lying to my face, I couldn't trust him. That, along with the feelings fluttering in my stomach every time I saw my husband, was putting me in a very complex dilemma.

Romeo was uneasy. He had gone to talk to his father, who, after listening to him, asked him to bring me to his house to have a conversation about everything that was happening and to not leave me out of the loop.

We said goodbye to the enthusiastic Andrea, promising her that we accepted her invitation to have dinner with her and Karlos.

My mother wasn't at Massimo's house; she had gone shopping with Irisha, which spared me from having to greet her and one of her trivial conversations.

In Massimo Capuleto's oval office, we were greeted by my father-in-law's furrowed brow. The cold gaze of Álvaro San Juan, and a giant screen where Don Giuliano and Salvatore maintained a very serious demeanor.

It was no wonder. The situation was extremely tricky. It was logical that they were worried.

After settling in and being greeted by everyone, my father-in-law asked me to give my version of the events. To describe in detail what had happened at the funeral. Something told me, by the way everyone, except Romeo, was looking at me, that they had some kind of information that made them doubt me.

Did they know something about Yuri? Had they followed me? Impossible, if so, I'd already be dead, dismembered, and thrown into the river. I finished my story, and their expressions didn't change.

"What's going on?" I asked defiantly. I visually scanned the male faces that seemed carved in stone.

"Have you read the newspaper?" my father-in-law asked.

"I haven’t had the time," I confessed. Andrey had already warned me that Jonás had thrown a last posthumous dart.

The newspaper slid across the table to my hands. A headline on the front page with my photo and that of Romeo boded nothing good.

"Jonás Sánchez accuses you of reselling Mentium and us for allowing its commercialization on the black market. He says he has irrefutable proof that you are behind the distribution and that if we haven't stopped you, it's because you are married to my son."

"That’s false!" I yelled.

"Stay calm, we know what that journalist is saying isn't true," my husband said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

"Well, it doesn’t seem like your father is so sure," I accused, meeting Massimo’s disapproving gaze.

"For now, I haven't accused you, though if you feel that way, maybe it’s because you're hiding something." I slammed my hand on the table and stood up.

"I'm someone who is straightforward, and if I say it wasn't me, then it wasn't. I'm trying to find out who is behind this, but it's not easy."

"I asked Segarra to provide us with a report on the evidence that has reached the police station implicating you. From what I understand, there is photographic testimony."

"Well, let them show me! Because I haven't resold any batch of Mentium on the black market! It might be some blonde employee, or doctored photos..."

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