Chapter 123

Chapter 4 The sounds led me to the master suite. Through the gap in the door, I saw them: Isabella’s red Louboutins still on, her designer dress hiked up as she rode Lorenzo with wild abandon. Their mouths crashed together, desperate and hungry.

“The bed,” Lorenzo growled, flipping her onto the silk sheets. “God, you drive me crazy.”

“Worried about your blind wife?” Isabella taunted between moans, her nails raking down his back. “She has no idea what a beast you really are.”

My hands trembled as I pressed record on my phone, forcing myself to document their betrayal.

Their passion turned savage – clothing torn, the headboard slamming against the wall, Isabella’s screams of pleasure echoing through the cabin.

Hours passed. Isabella lay spent across the twisted sheets, but Lorenzo wasn’t done. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back for more. “Again,” he demanded, his voice hoarse with lust.

The phone nearly slipped from my numb fingers. I fled, my heels silent against the yacht’s deck as their renewed moans faded behind me. In the safety of our empty house, my carefully constructed world finally shattered.

I yanked off my wedding ring, throwing it in the trash.

In our backyard, I dug a hole and burned every memory of us – photos, letters, the silk scarf from our first date. I watched the flames consume our past. It’s over, Lorenzo.

He burst through the door minutes later, panic etched across his face. “Why did you leave alone? Do you know how dangerous that was? I was terrified!”

I forced a smile. “I got scared when you disappeared. The housekeeper brought me home.”

Guilt washed over his face as he held me. “I’m so sorry.”

Backup Girl No More: Adios to my V-card and My First Love (Brooklyn)

We spent the next few days in uneasy quiet until the seventh day, when Lorenzo got a “work emergency” call during our walk.

I handed him papers, already turned to the signature page. “Could you sign this for me? I can’t see the line.”

Distracted by his phone, he signed without reading. “What’s this for? A new car? Here’s my card – buy whatever you want.” He rushed off, never realizing he’d just signed our divorce papers.

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I removed my sunglasses, watching him hurry away. “Goodbye, Lorenzo.”

Back home, I left the divorce papers and the video recording on the coffee table. With one last look at what was once our home, I picked up my packed suitcase and walked away.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo raced to the hospital where Isabella had claimed she was injured, only to find she just had a cold. “Stop being so childish,” he snapped.

As he turned to leave, my eye surgeon spotted him. “Mr. Visconti! Is something wrong with Sophia’s eyes again?”

Lorenzo froze. “Again?”

“We restored her vision a week ago. She was overjoyed, ran out saying she couldn’t wait to tell you the good news.”

Lorenzo staggered against the wall, his face draining of color as the truth hit him. Shoving past Isabella, he stumbled toward home, but he was already too late.

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