Chapter 28
Annalisa
“Where is your ring, babygirl?” Cristiano had taken my hands into his, this morning when I came down the stairs.
He had caught me off-guard, his grip firm but warm on my hands. I had forgotten how to speak at that moment, but his steady gaze that bored into my eyes reminded me that he was waiting. “I left it in my bedroom—”
“Nonsense, Annalisa,” he frowned, displeased by my indirect way of denying him. “You are my wife; wear that position with pride,” he had said, sternly.
“I know, but—”
“I don’t want to listen to your excuses,” he released my hands, but his tone still had that finality in it. “Lisa, slipping that ring in front of those officials was never a mistake. Don’t you take off the ring again.” Cristiano commanded, and I had no other choice but to go back
