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-"

question," she cuts

her gaze, I

take over the company and 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 regretful sigh as I

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 of our lives

with a chuckle that sounds

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

lying to me. She's clearly hurt by this and it's

I attempt to explain myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike should

"Vanessa-"

do." She walks away in a hurry to the elevator, her voice

she covers her

frustration, hating

pace a few times, giving it a few minutes before

happened. If only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the chance to get close to Vanessa but on the other hand, she was

off and slam it on the floor, thinking about the expression in Vanessa's eyes and the tone of her voice when I was in the living room with her. Why do I actually feel awful

myself with a few deep breaths, I pick up my

this time but not even finally doing it right can get rid of the scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella and ask

seem to just walk out and get to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it feels like one of the most difficult

say when I get to her

to her with all this guilt, so I finally get to her door and knock on it, with a

hope you're almost ready. I know how long you always take. I don't want to be

she says, her

say it. I make myself believe that with time, things will get better, so I wait righ in the same spot, thinking of all the ways I can explain myself to her. It

and that

thigh slit, some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy nude lipstick. She doesn't even look at me as she closes the door, flipping her hair styled

us and to break the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick looks great on you as

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