CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE – WHO IS THE OTHER WOMAN

The following morning, Joan confided in Zoe again. "I followed him yesterday," Joan admitted. "He went to this house and spent hours there with some woman." Zoe's eyes widened. "Oh, Joan. I'm so sorry. What are you going to do?" Joan took a deep breath. "I think I need to confront him. I can't go on like this, pretending everything's fine." "Do you want me to come with you?" Zoe offered. Joan shook her head. "No, this is something I need to do alone. But thank you, Zoe. You've been a great friend through all of this." That afternoon, Joan left work early and drove to the house she'd seen Vito visit. Her hands trembled as she parked across the street. "You can do this," she whispered to herself, gathering her courage. Joan stepped out of the car and walked towards the house, her heart pounding in her chest. As she approached the front door, she heard muffled voices inside. Just as she raised her hand to knock, strong arms grabbed her from behind. Joan tried to scream, but a han