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," she

to meet her

"You planned to divorce me so you could

say for sure what your 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 of our lives even when you told me on our

looks away again with a chuckle that sounds so

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

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

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

"Vanessa-"

should've started getting ready by now because I take longer than you do." She walks

attempt to call her name again but stop myself when she covers her mouth and lowers her head, like she's trying

clench my jaw in frustration, hating

pace a few times, giving it a few minutes before

thinking about what happened. If only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the chance to get

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

deep breaths, I pick up

to call Carmella

can't seem to just walk out and get to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it

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

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

you

she says, her tone

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

closer to the door and that makes me fix my posture as

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

us and to break the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick

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