Joud’s POV
I darted across the street and held on to the buzzer gate that was about to close. A resident had just walked out of the residential building’s security gate. I was in little Italy in New York, here at Xander’s orders.
I went to where the mailboxes were and searched thoroughly for the surname I was looking for, apartment number six hundred and forty one.
As I rode the elevator to the sixth floor, I looked at a message that Dorian had sent. It was a picture of Sofija on a hospital bed. Anger coursed through me, I wanted to feel some sort of sympathy for her but all I felt was anger. I knew that Sofija loved me and I loved her too but it didn’t change the fact that my own wife had betrayed me.
She used the excuse that it was for us but was it really? Sofija had always been
