CHAPTER 68: FINDING THE TRUTH ABOUT MY WIFE

"Do you think Cecilia, my assistant, is hiding something?" Paul's voice cut through the quiet clatter of silverware as he pushed his eggs around his plate. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowed as he looked up at Benjamin, seated across from him at the breakfast table. Benjamin set his coffee cup down, eyes meeting Paul's. "Why do you keep asking that? You've known her for months now, and she hasn't shown any signs of dishonesty." His tone was casual, but his gaze sharpened. He observed Paul as he rubbed his temples, clearly troubled. Paul sighed, running a hand through his curly brown hair, a gesture Benjamin recognized all too well—Paul only did that when he was deep in thought or worse when something didn't sit right with him. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "It's just... I don't know. It feels like there's more to her, something she's not telling me. Something about her past... It's eating at me." Benjamin raised a brow, his lips tugging into a half-smile. "You sound