Chapter 157
- Marcelo’s pov
- I couldn’t believe my eyes. Or is this my imagination? Why is she looking so much like her? Or does she have a twin I’m not aware of?
- I stared at my laptop, my eyes fixed on the image my private investigator had just sent me. It was a photo of Stacy, having coffee and chatting with a woman I thought I'd never see again. My ex-girlfriend, Betty, presumed dead. This can’t be real.