Bruno had just lost face, and now he was in a foul mood, his face like thunder.
In his mind, Viola had always been meek and compliant, someone who'd quietly endure whatever came her way.
But ever since she brought up divorce, she seemed like a completely different person.
Bruno's eyes locked onto Viola as she walked ahead of him, his heart in turmoil.
She was still the same person, yet a vast gulf now separated them, one that seemed impossible to bridge.
Lori, noticing Bruno's unusual demeanor, clenched her fists and glared daggers at Viola's back.
She was cursing inside. 'Damn it, this woman just wouldn't disappear. They are about to get divorced, yet here she is, still trying to make her presence known.'
"Simone," Lori began, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, "I remember my
