Chapter 38

My heart ached profoundly when I beheld the image of the familiar lady, the same one I had encountered previously. However, this time, she stood alone in the photograph. Her mesmerizing eyes captivated my attention, while her ebony, coiled tresses harmonized flawlessly with her rosy lips. As I caressed the picture, a surge of anguish coursed through my being, intensifying the pain in my heart. I yearned to unravel the mystery surrounding her identity and the reason for Antonio's unwavering attachment to her likeness. Instinctively, my heart whispered that she was the object of Antonio's infidelity, but doubts clouded my mind. I yearned for absolute certainty.

Seated in his chair, I leaned back, my hands remaining steadfast on the table, the photograph clasped in my right hand. I continued to scrutinize her countenance, my face contorted with a mix of confusion and curiosity. As I delved into various conjectures that might align with the circumstances, uncertainty persisted. Each conte