Gianna
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Teresa muttered as the driver pulled into the parking lot of Bellavanti. It feels like an eternity since I was last here.
“No, I need to do this,” I sighed. “I owe Maximus an explanation. That’s the least I can do, especially if I am to quit.”
“Are you sure about that? This was your dream project,” Teressa asked, her face all constricted with sympathy for me.
But I was getting used to that look now. And honestly, what could I expect? I was a knocked-up woman whose husband somehow disappeared. Not divorced…not widowed…just left alone. There was also a rage building inside me that I knew I needed to channel somehow. Because as much as I loved Nico and deep in my soul I knew there must be a reason why he left like that, I was p
