Chapter 40

REESE

Who could have sent that clip? The location was clearly near her house.

I studied her intensely, my eyes darting over her delicate features, tracing every inch in search of any hint of deception.

My mind was a whirlpool of turbulent emotions, torn between desire and suspicion.

I needed to know if Valentina Wilson was truly Valeria Ashton, my ex-wife, or the mysterious sender of the video that had disrupted my peace.

The stakes were indeed high, and my instinct was telling me that if she had mentioned the video, it would confirm my suspicions. That was why I deliberately brought it up—a subtle trap set for her.

She wouldn't see it coming. A smirk ghosted over the corner of my lips.

But to my surprise, she was smarter than I had predicted.

She met my shrewd gaze with an unflinching calmness that took me off guard.

Her blue eyes sparkled with an intelligence that was both intriguing and unsettling.

I gulped.

She quizzed firmly, shrugging ignorance,

"What do you mean? Are you talkin