Dario's POV
I sat in the corner of the grand ballroom, nursing a glass of wine as I gazed at Aubrey's stunning figure. She was laughing and dancing with Lucas, a tall, handsome billionaire, the only son of the third generation of the Ambrose's family. I felt a pang of jealousy and regret as I watched them together. Why had I ever let her go?
Sofia approached me, her face twisted in a scowl. "Can you believe that Aubrey humiliated me in front of everyone?" she complained, her voice shrill with indignation.
But I wasn't listening. My eyes were fixed on Aubrey, who was smiling and laughing with Lucas. I had never seen her so carefree and happy before. It was as if she had been living a lie when we were married. For three whole years, I never saw her smile.
My heart ached, but I
