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

meet her

little. "You planned to divorce me

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, counting down to the moment when you would serve me

again with a

okay," she says. "I still know what

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

to explain myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike

"Vanessa-"

by now because I take longer than you do." She walks away in

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

in frustration, hating that she

even pace a few times, giving it a few

bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten

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 her. Why

I pick up my necktie, then try

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

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

front of 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

to her with all this guilt, so I finally get to her

long you always take.

she says, her tone

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 posture as I step away from

some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy nude lipstick. She doesn't even look at me as she

between us and to break the ice,

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