Chapter 89. The Plan

Sandra’s POV

“I don’t understand. What is the thing we have in common?” I ask him instantly. But it is a lie that he answers me immediately.

First, I see how he paces slowly around my sitting room, then finally, he comes to me in the garden. He brings out a cigar from his dirty polo pocket, lights it up, and exhales smoke from his nose and mouth.

Nevertheless, he has not said anything. He only walks slowly to the pavement around the garden, places his hands on it, and inhales deeply while his eyes are closed.

In no more than five seconds, he opens his eyes again and enjoys the beautiful view from my garden, which is part of an apartment in a 70-story building.

“Ms. Sandra Pupper,” he suddenly begins to talk.

“I used to be a happy man. I will not even be ashamed of telling you the truth. I was happily married to Alda, who now responds to the name Matriarch Alessandra. She loved me, and I did love her too. However, we can love more than one person at a tim