Chapter 88 - Over...

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Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around my hips, I immediately noticed the empty bed. My eyes darted to the spot where Lilianna's dress had been, but now it was gone.

I moved to the closet, grabbing my dark grey suit. Just as I pulled on my pants, a rapid, almost frantic knock resounded against the closet door. The force behind it told me this wasn't Lilianna. I yanked the door open, not bothering to put on a shirt, and found Davide standing there, his face pale, chest heaving with exertion.

"Boss," he panted, his voice strained, "Mrs. Costello... she’s shot up the entire fucking garage."

For a split second, I could only stare at him, the words not quite sinking in. But then, like a switch flipping, the reality of what he said hit me. My mind struggled to reconcile the image of my gentle, composed wife doing what he just said.

"Lilianna?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.

He nodded frantically, desperation etched across his features. "Ye