“My father was never a bankrupt old man. He secretly owned the conglomerate that kept your failing business alive for years.”

Edwin went pale, his jaw slack.

Camila pulled the heavy door open to the storm.

“My father died tonight,” she whispered through her tears. “And the foolish wife who forgave your every sin died right along with him.”

Three hours later, the bank froze Edwin’s corporate accounts and an emergency legal notice reached his board.

Nobody in that house could have guessed how much bigger the reckoning would get.