Page 73 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

“Let’s say Bianca talked,” my father says cautiously. “Who could she have passed that information to?”

“Hector Wald,” Andrea says as he walks into the room.

He must have come straight here from the office.

My father frowns.

“Who is that?”

“One of our potential future investors,” I answer.

My father pours Andrea a drink.

“Why do you think he could be involved?” he asks him.

“Yasin dug into his background. Wald made his fortune through the black-market pharmaceutical trade. Five years ago, one of his counterfeit generics triggered a medical catastrophe. The victims’ families filed lawsuits. Then the case disappeared. Just like that.”

My mother goes pale.

“You think he’s the one targeting Valeria?”

I consider the possibility, and it makes sense.

“What are you going to do?” my father asks me.

I take a sip before setting my glass down.

“If he’s involved, I won’t stop until I destroy him.”

A strange tension settles in the room.

“Now that you know what happened to her, what are you going to do?” my mother asks.

I frown. Haven’t I made myself clear?

“No, I’m talking about the wedding,” she says softly. “What are you going to do?”

I close my eyes.

I have no proof that Bianca was involved. I can’t condemn her based on suspicion alone.

And yet, one fact remains.

One way or another, I have to choose.

19. Confessions

Dante

Andrea and my father don’t take long to excuse themselves and head upstairs to bed.

My mother waits until their footsteps fade away before turning toward me.

The fire crackles softly in the fireplace. The house is quiet, almost unreal after the chaos of this day.

“I don’t know what to do about Saturday,” I finally admit.

My voice is rough.