Minutes later, a police officer arrived. Marcus had crashed his car into a barrier outside a luxury hotel. Vanessa had been with him—wearing a diamond necklace I recognized immediately.
My anniversary necklace.
The one he claimed had been stolen.
When asked for a statement, Vanessa quickly composed herself.
“It was an accident. He was just driving me home from a family dinner.”
“At two in the morning?” I asked.
Her glare sharpened.
Marcus tried to sit up. “Elena, we can talk privately.”
“We could,” I replied. “But honesty has never been your strength.”
Fear flickered across his face.
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