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,"

her gaze,

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

those were 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

away again with a chuckle

says.

me. She's clearly hurt

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

"Vanessa-"

because I take longer than you do." She walks away in a hurry

covers her mouth and lowers her head, like she's

my jaw in frustration, hating that

giving it a few minutes

about what happened. If only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have

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

myself with a few deep breaths, I pick up my necktie,

few seconds 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 her why she did it, but that would just be what she wants - to have my attention and I

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

my mirror, I try out a few lines of what I could say when I get to her door, but nothing comes out right and I ruffle my perfectly styled hair, making me style

guilt, so I finally

almost ready. I know how long you always

she says, her tone

smack my lips, taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall on the other side. She's mad at me and doesn't even have to 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 might not be right now but I feel the

closer to the door and that

looks sexy. She's in a short purple dress with a 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

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

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