Chapter 22

Meredith

I watched them take Mariana away like she was a stray dog who wandered into the wrong house. All the drama I had tried to avoid since I arrived in Italy was served before me on a platter of gold. I wished I could tell her that I had nothing to do with her man. Yes, Fabian might be hell-bent on trying to make me feel something for him, but I was controlling myself with the last emotion I had left to give.

I wanted her to know how annoying her man was, but I had no choice but to stick with him because the truth I had been seeking all along was tied to my composure. I was nothing but a witness to a crime, and that singular act has been ruining my life since day one. I still had my hands in my face. The sting of that slap was still there, and tears formed at the sides of my eyes. I never expected Fabian to stand for me; I didn't want him to. As much as I pitied her, I wanted to retaliate because the rage was burning inside me. I wanted her to feel the pain she had inflicted on me