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ALESSANDRO

I studied my wife throughout dinner. There was no doubt; she had spread her wings over the time we spent apart. From the moment I found her, she kept surprising me.

The latest revelation about her was hard to reconcile with the woman I remembered. The woman I married.

But I realized I loved this side of her too. It would seem there wasn’t a side of her I didn’t enjoy.

Lorena was the Ghost. My Ghost, my runner. Massimo was finally able to penetrate through their firewall and retrieve the email correspondence.

Massimo worked through some of her transaction history, and apparently, he still has to break through a few more firewalls, so we could track every single one of her transactions.

She is the fucking Ghost! I was so shocked I couldn’t even enjoy the fact my intuition was right when I suspected the Ghost was a she.

Right now, my first inclination was to deny her a lawyer without knowing what she needed it for.