“You’re telling me this isn’t you,” Diego said finally, his tone low and incredulous, though there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
“It’s not,” Esmeralda said firmly, her voice trembling with frustration and fear. “Just look at the details! The hair, the angle, it’s all wrong. Someone set this up to make it look like me.”
Diego let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head. “Convenient,” he muttered, gripping the wheel tighter. “Do you expect me to believe that? After the way you just acted?”
Esmeralda’s jaw clenched, her hands gripping the edge of the seat so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Diego, I acted that way because I was desperate. And I needed you to understand that this isn’t what it looks like!”
Diego scoffed, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. The roar o
