The GPS Led Me to His Mistress

Last month, Raffaele Borgia and I came to see this villa specifically because we were thinking of buying it. The garden was filled with roses, and there was even a massive swimming pool out back.

I fell in love with it at first sight and decided I wanted to buy it.

But Raffaele had barely checked his phone when he told me someone else had already bought the villa. We had missed out by seconds, so I had no choice but to leave disappointed.

The villa's butler recognized my license plate and knew I was the Donna of the Borgia family. He dared not stop me. Instead, he respectfully opened the gates and led me into the living room.

A woman was sitting on the couch, sipping champagne. Golden curls fell over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. That was Alice Conti, Raffaele's secretary.

Seeing me, Alice panicked a little. She quickly composed herself, rose from the couch, and greeted me with a polite smile. "Donna, what brings you here?"

"The navigation," I said, calmly looking around the entire villa. "You changed Raffaele's car navigation to your own voice, huh? Is this villa yours, too?"

Alice blinked, looking as meek and innocent as ever. "Oh, mi dispiace, Donna. I forgot to change the voice settings when I returned the car to Don Borgia.

"As for the villa, my boyfriend rented it for me. I'm only staying here. I moved in less than a month ago."

Raffaele was arrogant and suspicious by nature. If his secretary had dared to set his car navigation to a voice this intimate, he would've thrown her into the sea to feed the fish long ago.

My eyes settled on her neck. She was wearing a familiar ruby-and-pearl necklace. It belonged to Raffaele's mother and could only be passed down to the family's Donna.

On the day of our arranged marriage ceremony, Raffaele had personally told me that he would give me the ruby-and-pearl necklace when the time was right.

For the past two years, I had never worn it. Yet now, it was hanging around Alice's neck.

When Alice noticed me staring at it, she instinctively raised a hand and tried to tuck the necklace beneath her collar. Her eyes darted away from mine. Guilt practically radiated from her.

I chuckled. "Did your boyfriend give you the necklace, too?"

She froze, silent for a whole minute. I sneered inwardly.

Alice was nothing more than an ordinary secretary at Raffaele's company. There was no way she could afford a villa like this on her salary.

Even if she and her boyfriend had paid for it together, they couldn't possibly have come up with that kind of money.

Last month, Raffaele and I only visited the villa once. The moment we arrived, we were told it had already been sold. Yet his car navigation history showed that he had visited this place 18 times last month.

I pulled out my phone and tried to call him about the necklace. I tried several times, but every attempt went straight to an automated message saying he was temporarily unavailable.

Alice stood nearby, watching me call him.

She covered her mouth in surprise, then asked in a puzzled tone, "Donna, do you really have so little faith in Don Borgia? You saw a navigation record and came all the way to my home to confront me?"

I ignored her, turned around, and got back into my car. I had barely driven out of the neighborhood when Raffaele called. I let the phone ring for a long while before picking it up.

"Gabriella, I heard from Alice that you went to see her."

His voice was gentle, coaxing me. "Amore mio, are you jealous? How about I bring you that bag you love when I get back from my business trip?"

Raffaele was abroad and supposedly couldn't take my calls, yet he had somehow learned immediately that Alice was upset from my visit. He couldn't even wait to call me and find out what I knew.

I took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. "No. I only went to take another look at the villa because I liked it so much."

He chuckled. Assuming I hadn't noticed anything, he softened his tone. "Oh, is that all? I thought you'd misunderstood something and were giving me the cold shoulder."

"No," I replied flatly.

After I hung up, the last bit of hope inside me disappeared.

Raffaele was cheating on me.