My cold Mafia husband

The Fury

~ Eleanora's POV ~

I sat in his chair for the full hour.

Then I went to my room, packed a bag, and moved myself to the east wing guest suite — the one at the far end of the villa, the one with a different view of the lake, the one that was as far from his study as it was possible to be while still being in the same building.

Giulia watched me carry my second bag past the kitchen without a word.

I appreciated that more than I could say.

~ * ~

Here is what I was furious about.

Not the Naples night. That had been two strangers on some steps and a conversation that mattered and a kiss that was honest and then both of them going back to their lives. I could not be angry about that.

Not even the debt, not exactly. The debt was real. He had not manufactured a crisis. My father had created