Narrator's POV Valentino sat there in his car watching his little dove sip onto her tea. Her workplace had a massive window which showed the studio from the inside. He sat there observing and admiring her. He wanted to run up to her and hug her tightly. He wanted his desperate lips to touch her warm petals. A tear fell out of his eyes seeing her give fake smiles to her friends. He felt so much regret because he was the reason behind her plight. His PI gave him all the information about her stay in New York. He was proud and happy seeing his wife being the owner to a well known clothing company. Days went past and Valentino literally stalked his wife wherever she went. He would follow her in the dark not wanting to show his face. He was afraid to confront her, he was ashamed to face her

