“ I’m sure you might be doubting what I said and need proof, Since you want proof so badly, here it is."
An image loaded on my screen.
It was a photo of Maliya and Lorenzo sitting together at a café. The coffee shop on Fifth Street—the one she'd gone to supposedly to get a prescription. Just Lorenzo sitting across from her, both of them leaning close in conversation.
Another message came through.
“She came to me first, brother. Asked for my help destroying you. I have messages, recordings, everything. Your sweet wife has been playing you from the beginning."
Another photo loaded. This one showed Maliya and Lorenzo in what looked like a parking garage, standing close together. Maliya's hand was on Lorenzo's arm.
My grip tightened on the phone until I heard the screen crack slightly.
