Dante's POV:
The party soon dissolved into a drinking game built around numbers.
"How many ex-husbands does Evelyn have?"
"So what does that make Adrian? Husband number four?"
"How many days will Dante need to sweet-talk her into coming back?"
Every wrong answer meant another drink.
The laughter grew louder, but only one number remained in my mind.
118 minutes.
Someone joked that Evelyn had become so good at divorce that her fourth marriage probably would not last three months.
Someone else said I was generous to hand my ex-wife over to my greatest business rival.
I should have stopped them.
But calling their jokes cruel would mean admitting that what I had helped plan the night before was far worse.
So I drank in silence.
Without warning, Bianca cupped my face and kissed me.
