Timothy

Timothy looked at the picture and wanted to break the head of the detective who was taking a drink of whiskey in front of him.

Undoubtedly it was her, the woman who captivated him in just a few minutes, the one who stood up for every single comment he said to her. He fell into her diabolical game without realizing it, without calculating or analyzing it.

Timothy vowed to himself never again to fall for any other woman, after Gia cheated on him, he fell for Melody, and she betrayed him.

But he would make her regret it.

He looked at the photograph again, there were more than twenty of them, the man was extreme with his work. The detective took out more than six to start with and then he had emptied the whole thing on the desk, as if it were a treasure he found.

He reminded himself that this was what he was paying him so much money for, enough so that he wouldn’t have to do any work for more than two months, he knew it was high, but he wanted the job done quickly and efficiently. He was putting together a whole portfolio for Equilay Thompson, but his brain was at that moment beginning to scheme something else, something vastly stronger and more vindictive, a ruse involving a young pregnant girl, an unholy goddess with hair as dark as night and gray eyes.

The woman in the photo was smiling shyly, not as she laughed with him as they went to the clinic the day before. Another picture showed her hugging what the detective explained was her older sister and Thompson’s wife. He would recognize that woman anywhere, from the moment he set his eyes on her and heard how she didn’t mince words to treat him differently because he had money and she didn’t, he knew it was going to be hard to forget and for that reason he didn’t have to wait for the detective’s explanations.

It was Melody, the same one he kissed last night, the same woman he wanted to fuck on the couch, not caring that she was pregnant by another man. The one who reactivated his desire to trust another human being besides himself.

But she just had been mocking him and his innocence. Laughing at his expense. He didn’t doubt that Thompson gave her a piece of the three-million-dollar pie.

How gullible he had been!

He had been fooled by her angelic face and her shy, mischievous look.

was perfectly chosen to entertain him and

help himself he felt like throwing up, punching the blunder news

want me to keep investigating Thompson?” he heard Detective Pedro say.

hadn’t been as personal in relation to the theft of the three million dollars. He had, he

think it. But the truth was, his inner voice was telling him that she had gotten under his skin, into his head, into his heart, and

look how she’d fucked him

gray-haired detective with

think, from the reaction you’ve been having

no

desk Mr. Giannatto. This seems to affect

give me the photo, that’s what I pay you for,

up

around. I remain at

The only thing was that, on this occasion, for the first time he left

pain settled in his thorax. He couldn’t identify it, but it was much deeper than what he felt when he

gave himself unwittingly to a

it showed Melody coming out of the garden and walking toward a point at the other end of the house from Thompson and her sister. The next photograph was Melody running her hand across her cheek, which he assumed to be wiping away tears. His heart softened just for a second, but then he remembered that she knew all along who scammed him and hid it. She kept quiet, keeping a secret that was destroying him and could cost him the management of his company. His head kept thinking that she already knew who he was when he arrived at the coffee

phone, he spoke to

I’ve got everything taken care of,” he was proud of the plan that was

going to work out for him. He would look out for his own benefit and forget about considering benefiting Melody and

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