calmly placed another document on the table.
It contained records of communications concerning the staged photographs.
Julian’s eyes moved across the page.
He swallowed.
I watched him carefully.
This was the same man who had reassured me night after night that nothing was wrong.
The same man who’d kissed my forehead and told me I was simply tired.
Now his explanations were collapsing.
“Sofia,” he began, “I can explain.”
I looked at him.
“Then explain why you wanted evidence of an affair that never happened.”
He didn’t answer.
“Explain why Marcus was receiving money from you.”
Silence.
“Explain why your company was paying expenses connected to Vanessa.”
His expression hardened.
“You don’t understand how complicated things have been.”
I shook my head.
“No, Julian. I understand perfectly.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I made some bad decisions.”
I stared at him.
“Bad decisions?”
My voice remained quiet.
“You spent months lying
