Francesca's POV
Home at last!
As soon as I stepped into our house I tried to momentarily forget all the problems and s**t shows that had taken place in our lives during the last month or so. I tried not to care or think about anything outside of our little bubble. Matt had taken me back to our first apartment. The penthouse right in front of Central Park, the one he bought for us and remodeled before we were even married. I was glad because at least the worst and most painful memory I had of us, wasn't lived here.
“I am finally bringing you home, gattina.” Matt said as the elevator doors began to open. He slowly picked me up, bridal style, taking me inside, as if this were our new beginning. I wrapped my arm around his neck, my wounded one letting its hand rest against his strong chest,
