I stared at the surveillance photos Elena had spread out on the table. My hands shook as I took in what Mikel just told me. There were pharmacy slips showing Sophia buying Rohypnol, hotel records proving the assault was a setup, and digital proof that the photos had been faked.
"You were drugged," I whispered, the words feeling weird. "You were attacked."
Mikel's jaw tightened, his eyes full of five years of guilt. "I should've been smarter. I should've known what she was up to."
"How could you? You trusted her." I picked up the forensics report, trying to understand the tech stuff that showed how planned this whole thing was. "Mikel, this isn't just cheating. This is rape."
The word hung there between us. For five years, I blamed him for ruining our marriage. But he was the one hurt b
