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,

little. "You planned to divorce me so

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

again with a chuckle that sounds so

know what? That's okay," she says.

lying to me. She's clearly hurt by this

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

"Vanessa-"

longer than you do." She walks away in a hurry to the

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

hating that she found out about

it a few minutes before I head

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

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 actually feel awful about

I pick up my necktie, then

to call Carmella and ask her why she did it, but that would

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

my mirror, I try out a few lines of what I could say when I get to her door, but

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

you always take. I don't want to

she says,

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

later, I hear her coming closer to the door and that makes me fix my posture as I step away

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,

can already feel the tension between us and to break the ice,

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