The moment the pathologist finished speaking, every eye in the corridor locked onto me like a spotlight.
Santino puffed out his chest, pointing a finger straight at my nose with sadistic glee. "I told you it was this bad woman! You killed Grandma just because you wanted her money!"
Clara wrapped her arms affectionately around Dominic's shoulders, whispering in his ear. "Mr. Fairclough, you can't let this scheming snake off the hook! If it wasn't for her, how could we have been thrown out of the house in such a humiliating way last night?!"
Dominic looked at me with an expression of profound, agonizing heartbreak—a mask so convincing it made my skin crawl.
"Berenice, just confess to what you did. If you come clean right now, out of respect for our marriage, I might consider letting you
