Kate's POV
The screen froze, and every molecule of air in the penthouse seemed to vanish with it.
I forgot how to breathe.
On the monitor, Ronald was still staring directly into the vent where the micro camera was hidden. No shock. No rage. Just a stillness so absolute, so eerily composed, that it made the skin on the back of my neck crawl.
Then he smiled.
It was a smile I knew by heart. The same gentle, perfectly curved smile he'd worn at the altar the day he promised me forever. Warm. Tender. The smile of a man who loved his wife.
Except now, transmitted through a surveillance feed and projected across a wall of screens, that smile slithered up my spine like something cold-blooded.
He didn't smash the camera.
Instead, Ronald rolled the tiny strip of Darius's electrical tape betwe
