Xavier's POV
CHICAGO
For a moment, I didn't want to believe the stark naked truth in front of me, including her narration about her encounter with Vicenzo.
The truth was right in front of me all along but I pretended not to see them. I had my doubts but my ego blinded me, stopping me from knowing that I am the wrong one here.
Despite everything, I still want real evidence to know that I am wrong. All of these might just be a ploy, who knows? I need real evidence before I can finally admit I am wrong and let her go.
Carefully lifting my head from the two pictures in front of me, I lock my gaze on one of the local restaurant's cooks.
He seems extremely nervous and clumsy as he darts his eyes away.
