Mirabella’s Pov
My bones wobble, my footsteps unstable, staggering as they lead me back into the main house.
In my mind are thoughts of my father’s words, as well as thoughts of my husband’s ex-mistress.
Will Matteo truly do the unthinkable to keep this union standing?
Would he hurt the people he loves if it means keeping this relationship intact?
If so, then this is not love. This is a sickly obsession. And I do not want such for myself.
A stray tear sort to make its way down my cheek. I gently wipe it away as I expel shallow exhales before pushing open the door and walking into the manor.
Plates still clink, echoes of laughter filling the space. They’re still eating. It’s a good thing that he’s occupied for I do not want his attention at this moment. I just need some time to mysel
