Guilty of Being His — Adrian's Bloody Recording

In the end, I nodded. I didn't understand why he was so afraid of losing me. Prison had taught me not to ask about things people weren't willing to say. I promised him, we'll grow old together. But in the end, I wasn't the one who broke that promise.

Adrian was. Mrs. DeLuca, your husband's convoy was ambushed last night. He was shot several times. We couldn't save him. I'm so sorry. A nurse led me into a private viewing room at the hospital.

Adrian's parents were already there. Everyone sobbed in her husband's arms. Salvatore looked as though he had aged ten years overnight. night adrian lay quietly in the center of the room i walked to his side and stared at his pale face

he had been born with a powerful name striking looks and enough influence to make new york's underworld fear him yet he had only lived to 34. i personally arranged adrian's funeral after the requiem mass a black motorcade escorted his casket to the deluca family cemetery throughout our five year marriage everyone believed he had only married me to get back at bianca bianca had been

for him to grow tired of me when adrian died he left me all his legitimate assets company shares and trust benefits. His parents didn't object. A week later, the attorney brought me Adrian's will.

He also handed me a voice recorder stained with dark blood. This was found in Adrian's car. I think he would have wanted you to hear it. I pressed play.

Through the static came Adrian's low, raspy voice. Evelyn, I didn't marry you to get back at Bianca. I married you because I love you. He gave a quiet laugh.