DANTE's POV
Fool me once, shame on you…
Fool me twice, shame on me…
Dante Armani had been fooled thrice, now what did that make him?
An i***t; that is what it made me.
I grunted as I turned into the room, my eyes happening upon the black dress she had been wearing the previous day.
Manuel had woken me up to inform me on the escape of my wife.
According to him, he had seen her plying around with a torch and wondered if I was aware.
At first, I had thought him a liar but the absence of Francesca in my bed only confirmed this insane talks of his.
“Where is she headed?” I barked, climbing out of the bed and calling Marco to my side. He did not say anything when he heard about what happened but I could hear his thoughts.
The very same that confirmed that I should have allowed him sta
