He asked her why she hadn’t contacted him right away after seeing the livestream.
In front of Hector, she didn’t dare fight back. She could only endure his violence in silence.
When Hector was in a good mood, he could be generous, even kind to her. But when he turned, he was truly cruel.
All she could do was let Hector vent his anger until he was spent, then carefully try to comfort him.
But now, he was dead—dead right beside her.
When Kaden and his wife learned that their son had died next to Shana, rage consumed them. In their hearts, they’d already branded her a murderer.
The sight of Shana glancing around nervously, stalling for time, only further fanned the flames of Kaden’s anger.
“Keep talking. Don’t stop. You do not stop unless I say so!”
His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the room and pressing down with a force that made Shana tremble even harder.
Her voice quivered as she forced herself to go on.
“After we arrived at the club, Hector started drinking. He kept going, wouldn’t listen when I tried to get him to stop. Then…”
“Then he told his bodyguard to fetch some drugs for him. When he got them, Hector took a little. Then he went to the center of the dance floor and started dancing. After a while, he got tired, and we headed back to the house.”
“When we got back, we went to bed. When I woke up, Hector was already…he wasn’t breathing anymore… I don’t know how it happened, he was just… gone…”
As soon as she finished, Kaden said nothing for a long time. His eyes, bloodshot and sharp as blades, stayed locked on her.
Mrs. Watson cried and cried until she fainted.


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