Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth novel Chapter 65

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The sounds led me to the master suite. Through the gap in the door, I saw them: Isabella’s red Louboutins still on, her designer dress hiked up as she rode Lorenzo with wild abandon. Their mouths crashed together, desperate and hungry. 

“The bed,” Lorenzo growled, flipping her onto the silk sheets. “God, you drive me crazy.” 

“Worried about your blind wife?” Isabella taunted between moans, her nails raking down his back. “She has no idea what a beast you really are.” 

My hands trembled as I pressed record on my phone, forcing myself to document their betrayal. Their passion turned savage – clothing torn, the headboard slamming against the wall, Isabella’s screams of pleasure echoing through the cabin. 

Hours passed. Isabella lay spent across the twisted sheets, but Lorenzo wasn’t done. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back for more. “Again,” he demanded, his voice hoarse with lust. 

The phone nearly slipped from my numb fingers. I fled, my heels silent against the yacht’s deck as their renewed moans faded behind me. In the safety of our empty house, my carefully constructed world finally shattered. 

I yanked off my wedding ring, throwing it in the trash. 

In our backyard, I dug a hole and burned every memory of us – photos, letters, the silk scarf from our first 

date. I watched the flames consume our past. It’s over, Lorenzo. 

He burst through the door minutes later, panic etched across his face. “Why did you leave alone? Do you know how dangerous that was? I was terrified!” 

I forced a smile. “I got scared when you disappeared. The housekeeper brought me home.” 

Guilt washed over his face as he held me. “I’m so sorry.” 

We spent the next few days in uneasy quiet until the seventh day, when Lorenzo got a “work emergency” call during our walk. 

I handed him papers, already turned to the signature page. “Could you sign this for me? I can’t see the 

line.” 

Distracted by his phone, he signed without reading. “What’s this for? A new car? Here’s my card – buy whatever you want.” He rushed off, never realizing he’d just signed our divorce papers. 

I removed my sunglasses, watching him hurry away. “Goodbye, Lorenzo.” 

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