Abigail
"Hi hubby," Victoria drawled, strutting towards my car as I stepped out of the vehicle.
"Let me guess, your side piece called you," I grunted, folding my arms, glaring down at her. She had a blue sequined dress on, with long fringes that ended just above her knees. The sequins caught the light from the silver lamps hanging on the walls of the fence around my penthouse.
How had she arrived here so fast?
She had to have known that I found out she was fucking the tail I placed on her. If Simons didn’t send me proof of her cheating, then he was about to find out why and how the Wolfe name was powerful.
"Oh come on," She laughed lightly, covering her red coated nails over her lips. "I think it was quite hot though. The way you ran all the way there once you figured it out. Took you long enough,"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I didn’t have time for her antics or parables.
My eyes narrowed into squints, turning her words over and over in my head. Had she sent him that amount of money on purpose to catch my attention?
First, it was the ridiculous fire that she had sent. Now it was her deliberately baiting me into finding out she was sleeping with Simons? What the hell was going on?
"It’s not like you can prove it though," She whispered, reaching across the gap between us to brush off invisible lint from my shirt. That spicy scent of hers that had clung to my PI like a vice teased my nose.
"Do not push me," I spat, grabbing her wrist. I yanked her closer. "What exactly are you playing at?"
Her red lips tugged into a smile. "A magician doesn’t reveal her secrets,"
"I do not have time for your games, Victoria. We’re both unhappy in this fucking farce of a marriage. Divorce would benefit you as much as it would me, so why the hell are you still holding on to this so badly?"
The woman I had thought I would spend the rest of my life loving, raised her shoulders in a shrug. "The Wolfe name, baby. I can’t go back to not being one, Dom. I’ve been a Wolfe for fifteen years. Maybe if you weren’t so cold to me, I would consider getting a divorce."
"You mean, if I wasn’t so immune to your antics," Letting go off her wrist, I reached for the car door, ready to slip back in and drive in through the gates. I would rather not have a scathing conversation with my wife outside my penthouse at two o’clock in the midnight.
The risk of a paparazzi seeing us was very low, but it was still a possibility and definitely not a risk I wanted to take. The night sky hung right above us, there was a bar a few streets down playing some song into the air. It was too late to be exchanging words with a crazy woman.


Was this about Devin? Was she so attached to Victoria because she used to be Devin’s?
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