"Ask the one in the photo!" he answered sarcastically.

I put a sullen face in front of him.

"You really are. It's useless for me to ask you," I grumbled.

Fendi narrowed his eyes, looked at me, and my cell phone took turns. He took a deep breath, scratched his eyelids for a bit, before finally saying, “She's… Key's ex-girlfriend. Stecia. A model, one agency with Key.”

"What! Model! One agency," I shouted loudly. "It means?" I said with a confused face.

"Hmpft!" the water he drank splashed on the back of my hand. Fendi coughed, choking on drinking water. "Your husband never said he was a model."

I shook...