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LORENA

I could transfer it all into Matteo’s name. If something happened to me, he’d be taken care of.

The will I have put in place already designated him or any future children I might have, which I won’t have any, as my beneficiaries.

“Lorena, let me help you.”

Alessandro’s offer startled me. I forgot about all of their presence as I worked out a plan in my mind. I didn’t trust him, any of them.

Yes, I wanted him. Craved him even. My heart belonged to my husband. But I wouldn’t be that naive girl that believed he’d take care of me anymore.

I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself and Ella.

So, I’d use him. His resources and his mind.

“I need your lawyer again,” I said, my mind made up.

He pulled out his phone and dialed his contact.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Enzo asked.