Gone

Chapter 23

Gio

I fucked up; I knew it the moment I opened my fucking mouth to accuse her of cheating on me. But I couldn’t fucking help it; the minute I saw that damn stripper sitting at the table next to her in that damn dress that put her breast hips and thighs on full display, I lost all sense of reason. I had tried to stay calm as I made my way over to them and caught the fucking idiot practically drooling over her before I sat down beside her. Sure, I saw the look of relief or was it guilt when she saw me standing behind the man, I couldn’t be sure at first.

All I knew was that the bastard had his eyes on my wife, and I was fucking seething. I knew the minute that I sat down beside her, and she physically relaxed into me as I wrapped my arm around her waist that she wasn’t unhappy I was here at least that much was clear. But when the fucker had the nerve to lie about where they met, and she turned those big brown eyes on me to defend his fucking happy coincidence story right bef