ELARA'S POV
Natasha called me on a Tuesday morning.
Not a casual call. I knew from the first second, the quality of her silence before she spoke.
"I need to tell you something," she said. "I've been holding it for a long time and I can't hold it anymore."
I sat down. "Tell me."
She told me.
It took forty minutes. She spoke carefully, the way someone speaks when they've rehearsed and still finds it hard. The documentation she'd been collecting for a potential divorce before Julian changed. Victoria's emails, which she'd accessed through Julian's shared family account before the password was changed after Victoria's death. What those emails contained.
I listened without interrupting.
Victoria had paid two household staff members to report on Elara's daily movements, her phone calls,
