Esmeralda hesitated, the moment stretching between them like a taut wire ready to snap. She needed to choose her words carefully, this was the moment that would decide everything. Her mind scrambled, but outwardly, she kept her face calm, letting the seconds tick by as if she were unfazed by his fury.
“I needed time to think,” she finally said, her voice steady but soft. “About us. About everything.”
Diego’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "You took these," he growled, his gaze darting to the files in her hand. “Where did you go? Who did you meet?”
His voice was venomous, dripping with suspicion. The accusation was clear, Diego wasn’t just angry about the files. He was enraged by the idea that she might have run to someone else. That she might have betrayed him in more
