"Esme,” Isabella said softly, stepping slightly closer but keeping her hands visible. “Please. You’re angry, and you have every right to be. But this isn’t the way. Please let Enrico handle this like we discussed yesterday."
Diego chimed in, his voice trembling but earnest. “Listen to her, Esme. Please. Once we get divorced, you won't see me again, I will be out of your life for good. I only came here to clear the air, to at least give you an explanation of why things turned out this way. Please Esme.”
Diego’s voice broke as he took a cautious step forward. “Put the gun down, and I swear, I’ll walk away. I’ll never come back.”
“Stay back!” Esmeralda barked, her finger sliding dangerously close to the trigger. The gun shook in her hands, not from hesitation but from the sheer weight of h
