Dante's POV:
That afternoon, I packed my bags anyway.
I called Evelyn, but the call went straight to voicemail.
I listened until the beep, then hung up without saying a word.
Whenever Evelyn had been angry with me before, she had always talked it through. She had always given me a deadline.
This time, she had left me nothing.
I opened our last conversation.
She had sent me her flight information and told me she would be home early. At the time, I had been planning the divorce with Marco and Luca.
My reply had been brief.
Dante: I'll wait for you.
I typed another message.
Dante: The divorce isn't what you think.
The cursor blinked on the screen.
I stared at the words for a long time, but never sent them.
The driver was already waiting downstairs when Bianca's maid rushed over.
