His men moved fast.
They pulled every camera and traced my night one step at a time.
"Don." One of them came back. "Eleven o'clock last night, your wife went to Sofia's room. After that she left the clinic on her own. She was in a bad way."
Lorenzo's face went black.
Sofia.
That walking disaster. That liar. That little parasite eating the family from the inside.
Sofia had already killed his son. Now she was killing his marriage. Lorenzo had kept looking the other way. He'd let it slide, and let it slide. But this was too far.
"Bring Sofia to me!" he shouted. "Drag her here if you have to!"
His men ran and came back with Sofia. She didn't fight it. She played the helpless lamb.
The moment she saw Lorenzo, she folded. She wept. She made herself pitiful.
"Lorenzo. Why are you so ang
