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 me

her gaze, I say,

voice trembles a little. "You planned to divorce me so you could marry her."

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 of our lives even when you told me on our first meeting that you had no choice but to accept this. Now I wonder

again with a chuckle that sounds so

she says.

She's clearly hurt by this and it's

myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike should be expecting us soon. We should get

"Vanessa-"

because I take longer than you do." She walks away in a hurry to the elevator,

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

my jaw in frustration, hating that she found out

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

only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the chance to get

I take it off and slam it on the floor, thinking about the expression

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

urge to call Carmella and ask her why she did

I'm all dressed up and ready to 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 I've ever done. It

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

takes 45 minutes for me to feel like I'm ready to speak to her with all this guilt, so I finally get to

you always take. I don't

waiting," she says, her

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,

and that makes me fix my

opens the door and as usual, she 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

ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick

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