Chapter 157. Drops of the Truth

As we walked down the hallway, Hunter kept stealing nervous glances in my direction, as if he expected me to lash out at any moment. And to be honest, part of me wanted to. 

In fact, I knew that I was going to, but I needed information first. So I forced myself to maintain control, to hold onto my anger until I had all the facts. Then I would unleash it on whoever was responsible for my wife’s disappearance.

Finally, we reached a quieter part of the villa, away from prying eyes and listening ears. Hunter turned to face me, his expression solemn. 

“Chris, I know this looks bad,” He began, his voice heavy with regret. “But there’s more to it than you realize.” 

I crossed my arms over my chest, my patience wearing thin. “Then enlighten me,” I said sharply. I was proud of myself for how well I was controlling my emotions. “Because right now, all I see is you knowing where my wife is and not wanting to tell me.” 

“I…I don’t kno