**Stefano’s POV**

I stood frozen, my fingers still fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, one button undone. My hand hovered over the dressing table, my fingers tightening around the phone as I reread the words.

‘Meet me in CityLife right now or your darling wife will find out about us.’

My blood ran cold. My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

Lucia. That reckless little bitch.

What the hell?

She was supposed to be downstairs.

This was bad. No, this was worse than bad.

I moved at a ...