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Isabella was keeping a secret, one that she had no intention of sharing with him. But Adam had always been relentless in his pursuit of the truth. He had an uncanny ability to unravel mysteries, to piece together fragments of information until the bigger picture emerged. And this situation would be no exception.

Leaning forward, his voice steady and unwavering, Adam enquired, "Who is your husband, that is what I'm asking." His words hung in the air, piercing through the tension that had enveloped the room. As he spoke, he released his clenched fist, a physical manifestation of his determination, and relaxed back into his seat. His fingers closed around the handle of his espresso cup, bringing it to his lips for a sip. The warmth of the liquid offered a momentary solace amidst the storm brewing within him.

Adam understood that maintaining a composed demeanor was crucial if he wanted to avoid arousing suspicion in Isabella's mind. The more nonchalant he appeared, the less likely she wou