**Stefano’s POV**
I stood frozen, my fingers still fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, one button undone. My hand hovered over the dressing table, my fingers tightening around the phone as I reread the words.
‘Meet me in CityLife right now, or your darling wife will find out about us.’
My blood ran cold. My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
Lucia. That reckless little b***h.
What the hell?
She was supposed to be downstairs.
This was bad. No, this was worse than bad.
I moved at a frantic pace, my fingers flying as I finished buttoning my shirt and yanked on my pants. Every second felt like a ticking bomb. I reached for the handle, pulled the door open, and nearly collided with her.
“Elena?” I breathed, my heart jumping into my throat.
She stood there awkwardly in the hallway,
