Lorenzo froze.
"Elena. Enough with the theatrics. I spent billions to get to you. I apologized. I begged. I'm on my knees. What more do you want?"
My eyes were cold. "You say sorry, and I'm supposed to forgive you? If I put a knife in you and said sorry, would that fix it?"
"Don't play games with me. I told you I'd make it right. Why won't you believe me?"
"Because you're still lying," I said. "You call Sofia your sister. I know better. Our wedding night, you were in her bed. Because she was frightened of the gunfire. Every time she called, you went. You always went."
My voice went harder.
"You want more? Let me show you something."
I took out my phone and played a video.
Sofia and Lorenzo. Together. There was no innocent way to read it.
The room went silent.
"Sofia sent me that
