Chapter 2.101

Zoey's p.o.v

I was frozen in the spot.

For a moment, my breath caught in my throat, and my brain refused to function.

I felt the rest of the world fading away, and the room closing in on me. My eyes picking him out and blocking everyone else.

I blinked, once, twice, and for the third time, thinking I was hallucinating. The man sitting behind the desk in front of Matthew was none other than my husband – my supposedly dead husband.

Marco.

For the love of God, my freaking husband, whom we all thought was dead is sitting here, before my eyes.

Confusion and disbelief warred within me as I tried to make sense of the impossible sight before me. Marco had died in the fire accident seven months ago, or so I had been told.

“Donna.” Matthew freaked out, rushing to hold me as my legs buckled. I lift my hand, stopping him, supporting myself by leaning against the closest wall.

“Marco?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I was afraid that speaking too loud would shatter the fragile illusion