Chapter 104: WHY DID SHE DO IT?

"Hi hubby," Victoria drawled, strutting towards my car as I stepped out of the vehicle.

How had she arrived here so fast?

"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,"

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?

"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.

Her red lips tugged into a smile. "A magician doesn’t reveal her secrets,"

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."

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.

A scoff fell from my lips and I turned halfway to her, arching a brow at her smug face. "Let me guess, you’ve been fucking him for a while to keep his mouth shut. Then he got greedy and started asking for money to shut him up. That did not sit well with you, did it Victoria?"

She had figured a way to expose Simons without exposing that she was sleeping with him. Even if I submitted the transaction evidence, it was only circumstantial and she could lie in court that she had paid Simons for something else.

"Boo fucking hoo," I muttered watching her strut back to her Martin. Why would my mother say I was like a hawk? If anything, she always made me feel dumb as fuck, calling me smart was a compliments I had never heard from her lips.

Was the mother behind this? Why was she helping Victoria? Why was she so adamant to keep me shackled to a woman who defaced me and would have rather died with my twin brother years ago than be married to me?

With a sigh, I slipped back into the car, driving through the gates into the penthouse. There was the matter of my assistant too.

Where would I get an assistant as competent as she was though? That was the infuriating thing about this. She was so fucking good at her job. She knew my moods, she read me like an open book and managed every single thing down to the tiniest details.

Until I could find another assistant who could do what she could, firing her sounded like a fucking hassle.

Simon was going to pay for lying to me and come Monday morning, Miss Kellerman was going to wish she had never done so.