Chapter 72

Vanessa

No. He's lying. Diego wouldn't do that!

And then the realization strikes me like a bullet to the heart, stealing the breath from my lungs. That day on our honeymoon when he randomly asked about my mom...when he offered to put Mom's ashes in a bracelet...he must have known. He must have known all along.

And he kept it from me.

"W-Why would he do that?" I choke out.

Nathan shrugs. "Perhaps he didn't want you to be angry that he's the one who prevented you from seeing your mother again. But if you ask me, he doesn't give a damn about you, Princesa."

He passes me a photo from his pocket. I immediately recognize the back of Diego's head, and sitting across from him is a man in a suit with short, blonde hair. Glancing back up at Nathan, I furrow my brows in confusion.

"Currently, your husband is meeting up with the Russian mafia for a business deal, knowing that his wife has been kidnapped. See, I guess with you out of the way, there's no longer bad blood between them."