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-"

my question,"

meet her gaze, I

no use for me." Her voice trembles a little. "You

your plans before. When I was getting into this marriage, it was supposed to be for the rest of our lives even when you told me on our first meeting that you had no choice but to accept this. Now I wonder how many times you looked at me,

looks away again with a chuckle

she says. "I still know what

She's clearly hurt by this and

Mike should be expecting us soon. We should get ready and

"Vanessa-"

you do." She walks away in a hurry to

but stop myself when she covers her mouth and lowers her head, like she's trying to hold back

jaw in frustration, hating that she found out

pace a few times, giving it a few minutes before I head to the

had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten

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 expression in Vanessa's eyes and the tone of her voice when I was in the living room with

a few deep breaths, I pick up my

get rid of the scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella

to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it feels like one of the most difficult things I've ever done. It must be because I'm filled with so

front of my mirror, I try out a few lines of what I could say when I get to her door,

minutes for me to feel like I'm 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 I

ready. I know how long you always

she says, her

I make myself believe that with time, things will

hear her coming closer to the door and that makes me fix my posture as I step away

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 in loose

already feel the tension between us and to break the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick looks

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