He Cheated With My Neighbor, I Won Big

Chapter 2 I Stopped Questioning Him

Vito never saw me calling him out like this coming.

He froze briefly, and his expression turned sour little by little. "Are you saying I'm a dog? How can you talk like that? I just spotted a stray dog while running at night and gave it some sausage. It's nowhere near as serious as you're making it out to be! Sabrina, can you stop being so hard on me?"

I looked into his eyes—he was putting on a brave and honest face. For a second, I wanted to drop all pretense and demand the truth from him.

He had fed stray dogs before. So why was he covered in dog odor and fur this time?

Had he really fed a stray, or the golden retriever owned by our female neighbor? And why would he pass the dog's leftover sausage on to me?

Deep down, I knew pressing for answers would only embarrass myself.

My thoughts drifted to the year I turned eighteen. Vito had held my hand back then, dead serious.

He'd promised me time and again that he would never hold anything against me, no matter what happened.

I felt drained, and a sharp bitterness welled up in my throat. "Alright. I'm the one being unreasonable. I won't ask anything else. Let's sleep."

Vito seemed caught off guard when I stopped questioning him.

I reached out, turned off the light, then lay down and turned my back to him.

He paused for a moment before lying down as well.

In the darkness, he rested a hand on my waist, his voice thick and low. "I'm sorry, Sabrina. I didn't mean what I said earlier. We're about to get married. Let's not fight, okay? I just got too mad back then, mad at you for..."