What was Elena’s phone doing in Victoria’s car?
With trembling hands and a heart pounding violently in her chest, Carmen pressed the power button. To her surprise, the device still had battery. The screen lit up, showing the date and time of its last use—exactly the day of Elena’s “accident.”
Then Carmen saw something that took her breath away.
On the screen were the last sent messages. Messages Elena supposedly could never have sent, because according to the official report, she had lost consciousness instantly when her car hit the tree. Yet there they were: three text messages sent twenty minutes after the alleged accident.
They were addressed to Eduardo:
“I know what you plan to do with Victoria.”
“I have proof.”
“If anything happens to me, check the safe in my office.”
The world seemed to tilt beneath Carmen’s feet. Elena hadn’t died in an accident. And somehow, Victoria was involved.
The Confrontation That Changed Everything
That night, Victoria returned home glowing after a beauty appointment, expecting Eduardo to praise her for “saving” Sofía’s life. Instead, she walked into a scene she would never forget.
Eduardo sat in his favorite leather chair, staring blankly ahead, Elena’s phone clutched in his hands. On the glass table beside him lay an open safe, documents scattered everywhere.
“Sit down, Victoria,” he said without looking up. His voice was cold, distant—filled with a restrained fury that was terrifying.
Victoria felt her legs shake. She knew exactly what was in that safe. Elena had told her during one of their last conversations—back when they were still friends, before Elena knew Victoria was her husband’s mistress.
“Do you know what Carmen found today?” Eduardo continued, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes, once warm, now looked like a stranger’s. “Elena’s phone. In your car. With messages she supposedly never sent.”
Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to stop her.
“And do you know what else I found in Elena’s safe?” Eduardo picked up one document. “Photos. Photos of you sabotaging her car brakes. Photos of you two arguing the day before the accident. And this…”
He held up a letter written in Elena’s handwriting: