Chapter 95. The Truth Come’s Out

Camila’s fingers trembled slightly as she slid the damning folder across the polished mahogany of the prosecutor’s desk. Her heart raced, but her face was a mask of cool determination.

“Everything is there,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos raging inside her. “Bank statements, emails, recordings-it’s irrefutable.”

The prosecutor, a stern-faced woman with hawklike eyes, flipped open the folder. She scanned the contents, her expression hardening with each page turn. “This is quite the treasure trove you’ve brought us, Miss Martinez. How did you come by it?”

“Let’s just say I’ve lost my taste for family secrets,” Camila replied, her sassy edge not quite masking the pain that statement cost her. There was no room for softness; this was about justice now.

“Sentimentality can be a luxury in our line of work,” the prosecutor a