EX-WIFE REVENGE

ng of champagne glasses. I had become skilled at projecting a sense of composure, but it was a flimsy illusion that might break at an

nimated chatter and laughing, with attendees dispersing to dance under the sparkling lights or find

es were serious. I hadn't yet completely recognized the shrewder,

a whispery voi

his faint grin. "Somewhere more peace

with anticipation. In blissful ignorance of the turmoil that was simmering under the surface of this sparkling occasion, couples swayed together. There

eel and glass, the metropolitan skyline stretched out in front of us. In contrast to the heat and mayhem inside, the ch

tio and inquired. He looked really attractive, the kind of guy w

grin. "A lot bet

't seem very free for a woman who says she

wanted to acknowledge. I said, although hesitantly,

er, he let out a deep, reflective breath. Alright. However, if you are here to prove

to rise with the well-known heat of rage. "A

In a game of hearts and power, I am aware that hiding your hand is the finest stra

n from Alessandro. And he was correct. My vulnerability and rawness were too much, and Ma

om the house, his outline lighted by the city lights, my heart sprang into my throa

t was the voice, full of dominance and unsaid

ip to one of far more protection. "Julio," he said to Matteo, purposefully usin

im. He said with precision and unwavering

ence commanding. "Julio," he replied in a light-toned voice, "

o twitch as his jaw tightened. "You

andro's smile made me feel like a

nt. I had to take back control in order to prevent things from getting out of hand. I put a ha

to Matteo, "It's okay."

ere," he responded quietly. It was a warning and a prom

scarcely concealed passion. Alessandro took a few steps away, and

The protective stance was automatic, a barrier against

pped to one I almost didn't recognize raw, almost vulnerable and he

h. Did it? Revenge had never been my goal, but I

eant. "Matteo, I returned because I had a life t

yes before he covered it up. He said, "Luca," th

after all these years had passed. I tried to maintain a neu

ainst my back as Matteo moved closer. With a hoarse voice, he

eady for rage, for charges, but not for this this weakness that Matteo suddenly showed. O

n a tremulous voice. "Do

ost touched my face. With a voice full of agony, he asked, "H

My eyes pinched with tears, but I fought them back. I had

, and the barrier of control he so skillfully wore took its place. He continued, h

ed in a manner that seemed like it may blow everything apart. Pressing a palm

ve gaze, Alessandro walked up. With a softer tone th

make experience of, and my coronary heart becomes nonetheless pounding.

longer secure, and Matteo wa

control, it became evident that this was only the beginning. The past had