I shake my head, thinking about Arabella's antics as I watch her leaving the door.
Her comment about seeing other people still irks me because the truth is, even though I am only married to her in name, and only until I get my revenge from Mancini, I am still abhorred by the idea of being with someone that isn’t Arabella.
Whatever be the current situation between us, she is still my wife and I am still her husband. I would never cheat on her.
And the greatest proof of that fact is that the reporter who wrote the f*****g article with Arabella’s name is currently bloodied and beaten up in the basement of my house. He will die before the end of the day.
No one talks about her in such a crude manner and gets away with it. No one.
“Arabella, listen—” I stop in my words when I notice t
