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Then she turned around and walked out, leaving them behind without a second glance.

As she strode down the hallway, she quickly shot a text to Darren: ‘Get me the footage of the hospital’s cafe. Now.’

Esther leaned closer to Lorenzo weakly and whispered, “I’m going back to my room, Lorenzo. I feel exhausted.”

Without waiting for a response, She hurried off, her heart racing, desperate to confirm that Jim had really deleted the footage.

Xander, who had been standing a few feet away, stepped up beside Lorenzo. His eyes followed Krystal until she turned the corner and disappeared from view. He ran a hand along his jaw and muttered, almost absentmindedly, “Mrs. Moretti used to be so gentle.” Letting out a heavy sigh, he shook his head. “Now look at her… the ruthlessness of men really changed her.”

As soon as Krystal turned the corner and vanished from sight, Xander glanced at Lorenzo—only to freeze. A glare sharp enough to slice through steel was locked on him. He instantly shut his mouth.

Sliding hands into his pockets, Lorenzo turned to face him fully and asked, his tone low and sharp, “Why do you think she changed so much after leaving me? It hasn’t even been that long.”

Xander exhaled, carefully choosing his words.

“Mr. Moretti, Maybe… the divorce hit Mrs. harder than you think,” he murmured. “She used to take care of you like you were her everything. Then you dropped the word ‘divorce’ out of nowhere. That kind of blow can change someone.”

Lorenzo’s brows drew together. For a second, a rare flash of guilt and worry flickered across his face—something he didn’t even try to hide.

Later that night, as Lorenzo sat in his office, everything kept replaying in his head.

He turned to Xander, his voice filled with tension. “What about the footage? The one from the restaurant with Krystal and Esther—did you get it?”

“I checked, Mr. Moretti,” Xander answered. “The footage was completely wiped. Couldn't retrieve a thing.”

Just then, Lorenzo’s phone buzzed. He looked down.

It was a text from Krystal.

He tapped on it and opened the message instantly. His chest tightened. He hadn’t heard from her like this in weeks. No messages. No photos. No casual updates like she used to send every day. Ever since she signed the divorce papers, she’d erased herself from his world like she never existed in it.

But now, all that appeared on the screen was a single video.

He pressed play. It was security footage from the café. No audio, but clear as day. Krystal stood calmly near the table, while Esther spilled coffee on herself. Krystal hadn’t even moved from her place across the table.

Xander leaned over to peek at the screen. “I knew it,” he muttered. “Mrs. Moretti’s always been kind. She couldn’t hurt a fly.”

Lorenzo shot him a cutting glare. Xander gave a sheepish grin, instantly taking a step back.

Under his breath, Xander grumbled, “I know she’s your wife. No need to look at me like I’m trying to steal her.”

But he didn’t dare say it out loud.

Lorenzo slid the phone back into his pocket and turned to Xander, suspicious.

“How the hell did she get that footage when your so-called best hacker couldn’t retrieve it? You sure you hired the right guy?”

“Yes, sir!” Xander said quickly. “No doubt. I’d never lie to you. I swear I got the best guy in the market.”

Lorenzo didn’t respond. He pulled the phone out again, scrolled to Krystal’s name, and hit the call button. He set it to speaker.

The line connected after only a few seconds.

“Hello?” a man’s voice answered casually. “What’s up?”

Lorenzo froze.

His eyes narrowed. He lowered the phone, checked the screen.