Alessandro POV
Alessandro watched Sophia over the rim of his wine glass, smirking when she finally took her first bite of the appetizer. She barely even noticed him. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, a soft sigh of relief escaping as she savored the food. Her shoulders relaxed for the first time since they sat down, and for a moment, Alessandro let himself admire her without teasing.
She’d been starving.
He’d known, of course. He’d known the moment he saw her in that damn hoodie that afternoon, her usual fire dimmed, the slight shadows under her eyes. But seeing her like this? Seeing her devour each bite like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted? That pissed him off.
He was angry at himself for the way he’d handled waking up and not calling her and then signing the divorce paper
