I looked at Giovanni with a calm that bordered on lethal. “He’s miserable?” I echoed, my voice low. “Good.”
That flicker of hurt in his eyes deepened into something sharper, regret, maybe but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
“Do you know what it’s like to sit in a room, contracting through tears, while the man who promised to love you forever doesn’t even bat and eyelash as he confidently sits with his mistress who he chose over me?" My voice cracked slightly, but I forced it steady again. "Do you know what it felt like when we got into an accident and the man who was supposed to protect me reached for another woman instead and left me for dead in a crashed car, her blood on his hands and her scent still clinging to his clothes?”
I could hear the thunder of my own heartbeat now, rushing in my
