Enzo's POV
The news followed me all the way to my car.
A wife.
I still couldn't wrap my head around the word.
I slid into the driver's seat and stared blankly at the marriage document on my phone, Iris's laughter still ringing in my ears. There was no f*****g way she was serious.
I raised the phone to my ear.
“Who is she?” I hissed. “Who’s the woman who has deceived you, Grandma? She’s obviously manipulating you into this!”
Iris let out a deep sigh. “She didn’t manipulate me, Enzo. If anything, I fear I may be underusing her. She saved my life, you know? She eased my waist pain with her hands alone! No doctor has been able to do that.”
I frowned, processing the information.
“Grandma, what if she planned all this from the beginning? She found herself a wealthy, lonely old woman and
