“You’re married?” I blurted, unable to stop myself.
My eyes darted to the invitation card in my hand again. The name was printed in gold, fancy calligraphy but bold enough to see.
What?
Married? Cesare was married?
My lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
"What, cat got your tongue?" he asked smugly, that ever-so-slightly crooked smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
I snapped my eyes to him, my expression hardening. "You act like a d**k too much to be a husband."
He c****d a brow, casually slipping his hands into his pockets. "Disappointed? Thought you stood a chance?"
I blinked. The audacity. The sheer arrogance.
"Don’t flatter yourself, Cesare," I snapped, flinging the envelope back at him.
But he caught my hand and placed it right back in.
“Well, you won't blame m
