He pulled out the folder and then flipped it through.

The first thing he saw was her address, the picture of a beautiful penthouse.

That had to be Johnny's.

It was a high end penthouse listed under Johnny’s name, and her name marked as his wife.

The tag felt sour in Luis’s mind.

He also saw recent photos of hers. Her face, still as beautiful as he remembered, even more than in fact.

A picture of Ariel at a café, also one of Ariel walking out of a therapist's office.

Ariel shopping—with a bodyguard just behind her.

Luis froze at once, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, his heart sank into something...