Page 108 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

Sandrine is waiting in the hallway with the secured case.

One by one, they retrieve their phones.

Bianca grabs hers without sparing me a glance before disappearing immediately.

I watch her leave: back straight, neck rigid, as though nothing in the world could reach her.

But she’s walking fast, eager to get out of here.

I thank Sandrine for her help before joining Andrea, Stephen, and Valeria in my office.

“It’s done,” Andrea tells me. “Bianca’s phone is tapped. My team is now monitoring all her communications.”

He leaves almost immediately afterward, Stephen following close behind.

They leave us alone.

The mood shifts instantly.

I turn toward Valeria.

She’s standing near the window with her arms crossed. The late-afternoon light brushes against her face.

God... I missed her.

And we still have so much left to say to each other.

The thought of spending the next two days away from her is unbearable.

“Tell me I can come with you tonight.”

My voice comes out lower than I intended.

“I’ll sleep on the couch if I have to. But don’t ask me to spend another night without you.”

Suddenly, I realize what I’m doing.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a selfish bastard. This isn’t about me. It’s about you. About what you need.”

I run a hand through my hair.

“I want to be with you. I want to fight for us. But if you decide that I’ve hurt you too deeply, then I’ll keep my distance.”

She looks at me for a long moment without answering.

And in that silence, I can feel the weight of everything she’s considering: the risk, the closeness, the trust.

“I’d like you to come with me too,” she finally replies. “I just need to talk to my head of security first.”

I frown.

“Isn’t that Stephen?”

“No.”

She dials a number.

The person picks up immediately.