DON ALEXANDRO
I scoffed, masking the fear clawing at my insides like what she had just said didn’t hit me.
It did. But I don't trust Francesca anymore, not after what she did to me… and to our daughter.
"You don’t trust me, do you?" she asked.
I let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, the kind that came from a place deep in my gut. Did she really just ask that?
"What’s so funny?" Her eyes searched mine, clearly confused.
I laughed harder, clutching my stomach until it drew tears from my eyes.
"Answer me, Alexandro!" she snapped, her voice rising with frustration.
"You didn’t hear how stupid that sounded?" I sneered, my laughter dying off. "Trust you? Was that a joke?"
"It’s not a joke. I’m telling the truth, honey—"
That word. Honey. Rage flared inside me like wildfire.
I charged at her
