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ALESSANDRO

Obviously, Lorena had men too. She had no issues taking it all the way. After all, she got knocked up. Jealousy burned through my veins that she’d care about another man so much to have his child.

When we got married, she insisted on not having children. It would seem she just didn’t want them with me.

Who was the father? I already had Massimo digging for a name. The girls’ passports and Matteo’s were all fake, high quality fake passports.

Could we somehow overcome the fact that I tried to fuck a number of faceless, nameless women trying to get over her? Could I get over the fact she had another man’s baby?

These were some large obstacles. Not to mention the trust issues we both had.

“Did you get the name of the kid’s father yet?” Lorena’s question pulled me out of my thousand questions.

“What makes you think I’m looking for the name?”

He laughed.

“I know you, Alessandro. You are digging for that shit like your life depends on it.”