TimothyPOV

Early morning. I open the villa door and find an envelope on the ground—photos of Zara kissing a man on horseback.

I'm losing my mind.

This woman drifts further from me daily. She's nothing like I originally thought—not playing hard to get, not threatening divorce to scare me, not crawling back when life gets hard.

Facts prove this woman thrives without me. Her life looks vibrant, colorful.

She runs companies, possesses various skills, and worst—she's involved with ...