Chapter 91

Fred's POV

"I have no idea," she said, smiling nervously. Joana's eyes were wide, and her hair, stuck in an elastic band, was already beginning to be untied by her restless and anxious hands. "Fred, I have no idea who Rebecca is and where she may be from.

I snorted, asking the universe for strength not to lose my reason. Madeleine mocked with a loud laugh, taking a step forward. I stopped her by putting a hand in front, but she also trembled, or maybe it was me. The situation was stressful. Rebecca was somewhere. She was alive, suffering. Or she was dead, and needed something worthy to be remembered.

Joana knew everything. It was visible. The way she trembled, how she tried to lie looking into my eyes, reminded me of all the months we spent together. She was a girlfriend, not a submissive. Of course, he heard about my tastes and tried to adapt, but he didn't succeed. She was jealous of my relationship with Rebecca, and somehow still mysterious, managed to be in the