75. Secret son

After watching Giovanni's car speed away from Anastasia's estate, I took a deep breath and drove my car into the estate.

The same butler from before opened the door at my knock. "Ah, Mrs. D'Errico," he greeted with a courtly nod. "The mistress was just about to depart."

"I'll wait for her return," I stated, leaving no room for argument as I swept past him into the marble foyer.

"There's no need." A familiar feminine voice rang out from the curved staircase. I looked up to see Anastasia descending the steps, she was certainly dressed like she was going somewhere. Wearing a….she looked like a model.

"You'll get your chance to see me now," she continued with a sly smile. "Since you've come all this way uninvited."

"Why was my husband here?" I asked without hesitation.

Anastasia let out a rich peal of laughter that raised that grated my nerves “ Did you follow Giovanni here? Does he know you're here?” She asks, as she raises her two eyebrows in glee

I clenched my jaw and say in irritati