Dominic

Vanessa just keeps staring at me and parts her lips to speak, but it seems she can't find her words.

"Hey, tell me what happened." My voice is urgent.

Shutting her eyes, she says, "I was in the ladies' room and Carmella passed by the bodyguards only because she was in disguise and I was the only one who could identify her."

Disappointed in the bodyguards, I say, "Then what's the point of having bodyguards if-"

"I'm not finished," she cuts me off, her tone a little harsh. "There was a moment where I thought she was going to attack me with an object or whatever because she lowered her hand and in the pocket of her coat, but she chose not to do so. She said it was because she had something else that would hurt even more."

"And what was that?" I cross my arms.

Opening her eyes, she says, "She had something to say."

I shake my head dismissively and raise my eyebrows. "What could she possibly have said that would hurt you?"

As I get closer to her, she takes a few steps back. She clearly doesn't want me near her.

With a painful smile, she says, "She told me that even before we got married, you planned to divorce me in a few months."

My heart instantly starts racing as I uncross my arms, my eyes going round a little in panic. Shit!

"Is it true?" she asks.

"Whatever Carmella-"

answer my question,"

her gaze,

then you would have no use for me." Her voice trembles a little. "You planned to divorce me so you could marry her." With a

plans are now. But it was shocking to find out that those were your plans before. When I was getting into this marriage, it was supposed to be for the rest

looks away again with a chuckle that

know what? That's okay," she says. "I still know what

me. She's clearly hurt by this

I attempt to explain myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike should be expecting us soon. We should get ready

"Vanessa-"

She walks away

name again but stop myself when she covers her mouth and lowers her head,

frustration, hating

giving it a few minutes before I head to

done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the chance

turns into a struggle as I can't seem to just focus on it. Irritated, I take it off and slam it on the floor, thinking about the

deep breaths, I pick up

finally doing it right can get rid of the scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella and ask her why she did it, but that would just be what she wants - to have my attention and I

leave, I can't seem to just walk out and get to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it feels like one of the most difficult things

out a few lines of what I could say when I get to her door, but nothing comes out right and I ruffle

ready to speak to her with all this guilt, so I finally get to her door and knock on it, with a small delay between that and when

how long you always take. I don't want to be

she says,

other side. She's mad at me and doesn't even have to say it. I make myself believe that with time, things will

her coming closer to the door and that makes me fix my

a short purple dress with a thigh slit, some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy nude lipstick. She doesn't even look at

and to break the ice, I smirk and

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