Isabetta's POV
I sat on my couch, staring at Marco's contact on my phone. My thumb hovered over the call button.
“Press it…hear his voice…tell him I'm sorry…tell him I love him,” I thought, but I set the phone down.
I poured myself a glass of wine and took a sip, but it tasted like nothing. The wedding played in my head on repeat. Leonardo and Valentina standing together, his hand on her waist.
The way he looked at her, the way his hand lingered on her back, he never looked at me like that.
But I didn't care. I never loved Leonardo and never wanted him. But Valentina ruined everything.
If she hadn't appeared, Catarina would have given up. My father's business wouldn't depend on this farce and I wouldn't be trapped.
I set my glass down, walked to the door and opened it.
My father
