Page 113 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

I straighten in my chair, my heart pounding.

“So we can file a joint complaint against Ciphera and Wald?”

Under the table, Dante’s hand slides over mine. His fingers tighten—an anchor in the storm.

“For industrial espionage, yes,” he replies. “But it’s still not enough to tie Wald directly to the attempted murder. He has too many buffers between himself and the hitman.”

“I know. But it’s the first crack in the wall. We start there, then tighten the noose.”

Dante gives me an admiring look.

“That’s exactly the mindset I like to hear,” Mara says, raising her glass.

“Stay on your guard,” Andrea warns us. “If he realizes we’re tracing this back to him, Wald won’t stay passive.”

No one answers.

We all know it.

“And the second piece of news?” I ask, trying to break the tension.

“Bianca called Hector Wald. Short call. Extremely tense.”

A pause.

“And by the way, Dante… excellent timing.”

A dark smile crosses Dante’s face.

As always, he had known exactly where to strike. The timing was precise. Too early, and they wouldn’t have had time to open the files. Too late, and Bianca would never have risked contacting Wald directly.

She had to feel cornered—had to believe she still had a chance to salvage the situation.

“When she warned him that the files contained a tracker, he lost it,” Andrea continues. “Then he hung up on her.”

“He’s going to realize we know,” Mara says.

She turns to Dante and adds,

“Unless you can convince Bianca that Valeria doesn’t trust you. That she’s withholding information.”

“That could work,” Dante says. “At this point, Bianca is desperate to get back in Wald’s good graces. She’ll jump at any excuse to make that happen.”

The call ends.

The silence afterward feels heavy, almost suffocating.

This is no longer just an investigation.

It’s a war.

Dante turns toward me. His dark eyes search mine.

“This is only the beginning.”

He leans slightly closer, his voice dropping lower for me alone.

“I promise you—they won’t win.”