The massive screen behind them, previously displaying their wedding photos in a romantic slideshow, abruptly cut to surveillance footage.
There I stood in the villa, my face drained of color, while Damian rushed to carry Eva upstairs, summoning every top specialist in the city. Yet the moment his back was turned, the "fragile" Eva flipped me off with a vicious smirk.
In the greenhouse, she'd deliberately provoked me, cursing my child, crushing the jasmine I'd planted for my daughter only to instantly morph into a weeping victim. And Damian? He took her side, no matter what. Even when he must've known she was lying, he pointed a gun at me for her sake.
Then came the video Eva sent me, her and Damian in bed, her exaggerated moans echoing through the speakers. A slap in the face. She might
