Marco pulled his hand back as if Arianna’s touch burned him and turned to look at Enzo. Both of them had been so caught up in their conversation that neither heard the elevator open.
“Sir, excuse me, I thought you were coming back tomorrow,” Marco stammered, and Arianna winced. That only made things worse.
Enzo had been gone for four days. Arianna never knew where he went or what he did when he disappeared. She only found out through Marco when she dared to ask after noticing Enzo hadn’t been home in two nights.
“And since you thought I wasn’t back yet, you decided to take advantage of the opportunity to sit in my house and put your hands on my wife?” Enzo’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
*My wife.*
Arianna’s chest tightened at the way he said it. Now, suddenly, she was his
