Chapter 98

• "Look at this," he demanded, "and when you see it, I'm sure you'll change your mind."
• The blonde looked at the laptop with suspicion and almost felt fear for what he might see on it. Then he watched Dominic walk to a corner of the study and wipe his face. The situation pained him, his suffering was palpable and noticeable, however, he couldn't believe that Alessandra would deceive him. He approached the desk to see the Mac screen, read the content of the open email, and when he clicked on the attached file, his breath caught in his throat. He looked at his brother, who was watching him seriously, and then he understood what was happening. Still unable to believe what he was seeing, he sat down, ran a hand through his hair, instantly messing it up, and continued scrolling through the images. For heaven's sake, what was all that? Alessandra, in the arms of another man, kissing, and to make matters worse, with Niccolo Parisi, Dominic's worst enemy.
• Despite what his eyes were seeing, something inside him told him that things couldn't be like that, that he couldn't have been wrong about her and defended her for nothing, to the point of fighting with his own brother. He observed everything more carefully, paid more attention to the details, and noticed the clothes she was wearing, it was exactly the same as the night they went to the club and found her passed out in the parking lot, and definitely, those photos were taken in the same place. He continued to look at everything more closely and although they were taken from perfect angles, where clearly anyone looking at them would believe they were passionately kissing, Alessandra's hands showed him that it wasn't like that, something felt wrong and perverse. In some of the photos, her wrists hung lifelessly, as if her body was being manipulated to stand while unconscious.