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“You need to stop talking about him in the next five fucking seconds,” he growled. “Or I’ll make sure you forget his damn name for as long as I fucking live on this damn earth.”

So many curses in one breath.

He wasenraged.

Chapter 19 Giving Up

Krystal’s jaw clenched. She let go of the suitcase, one hand now resting on her waist as she took a long breath. “Whatever happened between us has nothing to do with Damion. Don’t drag him into this.”

"You’re really concerned about him, aren’t you?" His voice was sharp and biting.

There was a pause, a harsh breath. “Send me your address. I’m coming to you.”

Krystal turned away, tense. Her heart started racing, and her voice came out firm, even though her fingers trembled. “No. It’s not convenient. Let’s meet tomorrow.”

There was a dangerous pause on the line.

“Krystal Moretti,” he said, his voice dropping into a deadly calm. “Send me your fucking addressright now,or I’ll use my own ways to drag you out of that goddamn house."

Krystal shuddered. He was angry.Reallyangry.

“I’ll text it,” she said coldly, even though her legs felt like jelly.

The line fell silent for a beat. A notification buzzed on Lorenzo’s phone screen. Seeing her address pop up in the message, he ended the call without another word.

He turned sharply and strode back into Damion’s office at Bristen Hospital. The room was chaotic—six men were holding Damion down in a chair, restraining him.

As soon as Lorenzo stepped in, Damion broke free just enough to lunge forward. His hand slammed against Lorenzo’s chest, shoving him back against the wall.

Lorenzo didn’t even flinch.

Damion snatched the phone from Lorenzo’s hand, snarling, face inches away, “You pull this kind of stunt again, and I swear—you won’t walk out of this building on your own goddamn legs.”

Lorenzo’s expression didn’t change.

Unfazed, he stepped forward, gripped Damion’s shoulders, and shoved him back with brute strength. His eyes burned straight through him. “How much do you really know about Krystal?”

Did this man know Krystal was Astra?

Had Krystal hidden everything from him but not from this man?

It lit something in Lorenzo’s chest. A fire. A betrayal that didn’t even have a name.

Damion stepped back, staring him down. "I know you’re her ex-husband. That you were with her for two years. And that you dumped her for another woman."

Lorenzo’s stare could burn through steel. But Damion didn’t waver.

His voice was icy, laced with quiet accusation. “About everything else, I shouldn’t know more than her husband, right? More than the man who lived with her twenty-four seven?”

Lorenzo’s stare darkened, but Damion didn’t back down. Lorenzo’s glare had silenced boardrooms and broken men. But not this guy.

“You knew her even before we divorced, didn’t you?” Lorenzo said, his voice low and sharp. “So don’t tell me you didn’t know more about her than I ever did. That counts as knowing more than me, doesn’t it?”

Damion let out a dark, mocking laugh. “Knowing someone in secret is still better than eating from a plate and still eyeing someone else’s bowl like you.”

Lorenzo stepped forward, ready to tear into him, but Xander rushed in between them.

“Mr. Moretti—wait. Wait.” He held a hand out. “Let’s find Mrs. Moretti before we lose her again.”

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