Matteo
“What is this?” Adriana asked, her brows pulling tight as she tried to understand the recording I had just played for her.
Her voice was sharp but shaky, like she already knew the answer and just didn’t want to believe it.
“I recorded the conversation I had with Annie and Marco,” I told her, my tone flat, but inside I was smug. I had proof. Evidence. Something she couldn’t deny now.
She blinked at me, wide-eyed, her lips parting in disbelief. “Is he—?”
“Yes,” I said before she finished. “They were f*****g. And she was begging me, like she always does.”
Adriana shot up from the bed, pacing the room with the phone still pressed to her ear. Her breathing grew uneven.
“You mean to tell me everything she told me was a lie?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“Yes, Adriana. I told you
