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 cuts me

to meet her gaze, I

Her voice trembles a little. "You planned

to be for the rest of our lives even when you told me on our first meeting that

looks away again with a chuckle that sounds

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

know she's lying to me. She's clearly

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

"Vanessa-"

you do." She walks away in a hurry

call her name again but stop myself when she covers her mouth and lowers

hating that she found

a few times, giving it a few

can't stop thinking about what 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

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 her. Why do I

a few deep breaths, I pick

rid of the scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella and ask her why

get 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

could say when I get to her door, but nothing comes out right and I ruffle my perfectly styled

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 take. I don't want to

waiting," she says, her tone

myself believe that with time, things will get better, so I wait righ in the same spot, thinking

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

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 she closes the door, flipping her hair

and to break the ice, I

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