Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 133

“What is it?” Marcus asked right away, his voice sharp with urgency. “Zoey, what did you see?”

“That sticker,” I said, pointing to the corner of the SUV’s rear windshield where the small decal was clearly visible. “I recognize that sticker.”

Annie leaned closer, frowning as she studied the image.

“Wait… that’s the Búzios Surf Club sticker,” she said slowly, and then her eyes widened. “You’re the one who put it there, right? Remember? You said the back window looked too plain and needed some personality.”

The memory hit me like a slap. A weekend in Búzios, back when Alex and I were still together. He’d complained that his new car looked too boring, and I’d jokingly stuck that little beach-shop sticker on it. He’d gotten mad, saying I’d “ruined his car,” but later he laughed and left it there.

“Hold on, hold on.” Marcus raised his hands, completely lost. “Who are we talking about here? Whose car is that?”

“It’s Alex’s,” I whispered, barely able to believe it myself.

“Alex who?” Marcus pressed.

“My ex-fiancé,” I said, nausea rising in my throat.

“Your ex…” Marcus blinked, looking between me and Annie. “The guy who cheated on you?”

“But that doesn’t make sense,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “The day after the accident-before I even knew what had happened-Alex showed up at my door.”

“He went to your house?” Marcus’s brows furrowed.

“Yes. On Saturday, after I got back from Edward’s office, he was there waiting for me. Said he regretted

everything, that he wanted to apologize…” My voice faltered as the memory replayed in my head, suddenly taking on a darker tone. “He seemed genuinely… I don’t know, upset.”

“Of course he did,” Marcus said, his tone hardening. “He was probably checking if you knew anything. Trying to gauge your reaction, see if you suspected him.”

“Or if you had something that could incriminate him,” Annie added, pacing the room. “Like, I don’t know, something at your house that could tie him to it.”

“But why?” I asked, still struggling to process what we were implying. “Why would Alex do that? What would he even gain by trying to kill Christian?”

Annie stopped pacing and looked me straight in the eye.

“Seriously, Zoey? You really can’t think of a reason?”

“No,” I said firmly. “He married Elise. He has a new life. Why would he-”

“Because maybe he realized he made the wrong choice,” Annie cut in. “You said he showed up saying he regretted everything.”

“That doesn’t mean he’d try to kill my husband!”

“Doesn’t it?” Marcus stepped closer, his expression skeptical. “Think about it, Zoey. If Christian had died in that crash, what would’ve happened?”

“I…” The words caught in my throat as I saw exactly where he was going.

“You’d be a widow,” Marcus continued relentlessly. “Heartbroken. Vulnerable.”

“And who’d show up to comfort you?” Annie added softly. “Who’d be right there, ready to pick up the pieces?”

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