~Antonio
I watched Giovanni sprint upstairs, his steps hurried and his smirk smug. He leaned toward me on his way, whispering, “I need to go take a look at my sexy, beautiful wife. God, Antonio, you have no idea how much I’ve been anticipating this. Finally, I’m back where I belong.”
I clenched my fists as he went on, ignoring my warning glare. “Did you see her New Year’s pictures? Those curves… Antonio, I mean everything—big boobs, big butt. She’s perfect.”
“Don’t talk about Tiara like that,” I snapped, the words slipping out before I could stop myself. My voice echoed down the hall, sharper than intended. Giovanni froze mid-step and turned back, his smirk widening.
“Oh? What’s this?” His tone was mockingly curious, his eyebrow raised in amusement. “Getting a little too comfortable
