This had once been the moment I dreamed of, but now it only made my skin crawl.
"Save it, Giovanni. I'm not blind. I can tell you're in love with Eleanor," I said coldly.
I turned to walk away, but he stopped me.
His eyes were bloodshot with frustration. "No. Estella, please listen to me! It was all a misunderstanding. You're the one I care about. No one else matters!"
I had died once already, so I wasn't about to fall for his sweet lies again. "Oh? Weren't you the one who told me to stay out of your affairs once we were married?"
"That was a joke! I'd never actually treat you like that!" he pleaded.
I was disgusted by his desperate pleading, but it was Eleanor who broke down first.
"Giovanni! What are you saying? You told me I was the one you loved! That you'd marry me! Otherwise, I would've never—"
"Shut up!"
Giovanni was worried she might say something that would set me off even more, so he slapped her. It was harder than the day he hit me.
He dumped all the blame on Elean
