Page 177 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

Louane continues helping me whenever she can. We’ve found a promising lead, but it will still take hundreds of tests before we can confirm our theory.

Over the past few days, she’s started watching me more closely.

I think she suspects something.

I’ll have to come up with a believable excuse this weekend if I want to stop Dante from starting to ask questions too.

Inspector Sanders calls me late Friday afternoon.

“I have news.”

From his tone alone, I immediately understand this isn’t a minor update.

“We reviewed all the footage from the night of your attack. We have a lead. A man already known to us who wasn’t on the guest list. He goes by Cain.”

I hold my breath.

“We’ve issued a warrant for his arrest.”

“You think he’s still working for Wald?”

“No. He’s a hired killer. We’re now trying to identify the intermediary so we can trace it back to the person who ordered the hit.”

A hired killer.

The words echo coldly through my mind.

For several seconds, I remain motionless, the phone still pressed to my ear.

Part of me already knew.

Hearing it confirmed is still chilling.

“Thank you for keeping us informed, Inspector.”

On Saturday, we stay at the manor.

Noticing my exhaustion, Dante insists I rest. He blames it on my health still being fragile.

We spend part of the afternoon looking through the first properties one of his real-estate-agent friends preselected for us.

“I asked him to start the search before we left for the Seychelles,” Dante explains. “I want us to move quickly.”

I immediately understand what he isn’t saying.

He doesn’t want me returning to the penthouse he shared with Bianca.

I push the thought away before it has time to hurt me. Dwelling on the past won’t bring us anything.

I scroll through the photos before stopping abruptly.

“Dante… these aren’t houses you’re showing me. They’re mansions. There’s a garden, four floors, and at least ten bedroom suites with private bathrooms.”

He doesn’t seem remotely bothered.

“We’ll need one bedroom per child, space for the nanny, the cook, and the driver-bodyguards.”

Slowly, I raise my eyes toward him.