EX-WIFE REVENGE

s into the air. But I became distracted. Matteo, a living ghost dressed in a fancy suit, was sitting a few seats ahead, and I couldn't take

d of delight. His gaze shifted from me to Matteo and then back to the bride and groom. Since our conv

ced the couple's marriage. As Alessandro murmured in my ear, "Do you believ

ieve that happy endings are a luxury that very few people can afford." I used to believe in fairy tales and the idea

ps curling. "Spoken as if they w

use overpowered any further discussion. When Alessandro extended his arm to me once more, his hold firm and warm, I felt Ma

a realm of crystal chandeliers and tables covered in silk. The sounds of a live jazz band blended with the laughing and talk

n the direction of the

lied too hast

a scotch on the rocks, while I went with a traditional martini in the hopes that the burn of the alc

lly, Alessandro inquired. His query seemed li

ing. A part of me had craved a change of pace, anything to shake up the routine of my existence since Matteo's departure.

t in response, saying, "Maybe I was curious." I like the way the gla

o capture the golden liquid. With amused

mouth to dispel any last uncertainty. However, before we could contin

hink you wo

ot away. The years had not lessened the intensity of his stare up close, the way those storm gray eyes could destroy all the faça

my social life," I said calmly. I gripped my

his jaw. "We have unresolved matters, Anita." His voice was low

nd my waist. His tone was smooth, but there was a hint that he wouldn't put up with

readed an explosion as Matteo's gaze turned to Alessandro. Howev

ine, and for a moment, a vulnerable expression crossed his face before h

wake as he pivoted on his heel and stormed off. Having lost faith in my a

his eyebrows lifted in a sarcastic asto

hat would never be paid in full. With secrets we had both carried with us and treachery on both sides, o

d he raised my chin until our gazes locked. Would you wan

the offer was alluring. "No," I said in a

, almost like appreciation, but he added, "That's the spirit." His hand fell from

oth knew it was false. Years had passed since I and Matteo started playing game

Although the audience quieted down and focused on the front of the room, my thoughts were far away. Alessandro's eyes were st

ess, "Here's to love." "The kind of thing that mak

a loud roar. But there was a cruel reality in the words for m

oasts were made. With Alessandro's watching eyes and Matteo's unresolved rage, the tangled