And the pain in his face almost broke me.
“I don’t know what I believe anymore.”
That honesty hurt.
But it was better than another lie.
Ethan suddenly moved.
Not toward me.
Toward the hallway.
Vincent noticed.
“Where are you going?”
Ethan stopped.
“I’m leaving.”
“No.”
Vincent’s voice became colder.
“You’re staying.”
For the first time, Ethan looked afraid.
“You don’t understand what’s happening.”
Vincent stared at him.
“Then explain.”
Ethan laughed softly.
A strange, empty laugh.
“You really think she’s innocent?”
He pointed toward me.
“After everything?”
Vincent didn’t answer.
Ethan continued.
“She disappeared the exact night your warehouse was attacked.”
“Yes.”
“She had access to everything.”
“Yes.”
“Her name was connected to the money.”
“Yes.”
Ethan smiled.
“Then why are you defending her?”
Vincent looked at me.
And then he said something I never expected.
“Because the evidence was too perfect.”
The room went quiet.
Ethan’s smile disappeared.
Vincent continued.
“Every mistake was designed for me to find.”
I stared at him.
Because that was the first time he finally saw it.
The truth had been hidden in plain sight.
Someone wanted him angry.
Someone wanted him hunting me.
Someone wanted us separated.
And they had succeeded.
Until tonight.
Ethan took a slow breath.
“You’re making a mistake.”
Vincent stepped closer.
“No.”
His voice was calm.
“You made one.”
Then Ethan reached inside his coat.
Everything happened in seconds.
Vincent moved instantly.
His security team outside reacted.
I stepped back, covering my stomach.
But Ethan wasn’t reaching for a weapon.
He pulled out a small envelope.
And he threw it onto the floor.
