LOGINAs soon as Matteo stormed out, the break room erupted. "If Isabella's the Don's lady, then who's Elena?" "Holy smokes, was it a secret marriage? That's wild." "I've bad-mouthed Isabella before. The Don doesn't know, does he? Could he kick me out of the family?" "So, Elena's the one who's been the mistress strutting around us all this time?" Matteo's declaration sent Elena's standing in the family into freefall.As for Elena, off on her vacation, Matteo could not care less what she thought.All he could think about was finding me and bringing me back into his life. A night of reflection had cleared his mind.Our bond went beyond marriage, loving me was second nature, and that was why he had lost sight of his true feelings. He admitted to himself that he was the one at fault. If I returned, he would spare no expense to right his wrongs. He reached for his phone, but he remembered that I had disconnected my number.Anthony's advice, at least, pointed him in a direction
Matteo thought of my sudden coldness, my shocking demand for a divorce.He dialed Anthony, fighting to keep his rage in check."Isabella is talking about a divorce. Is this your doing? Are you trying to worm your way into our marriage? Don't push it!"The voice that came back was low and smooth as silk. "Really? You know, I owe you one. If you hadn't screwed up, Isabella might never have called me."Silence hung heavy on the line, a quiet battle raging between them.Finally, after a tense pause, Anthony's voice came, softer but heavy with meaning."I gave you your shot, and you blew it. You can't pin this on me. She's worth the best, and you just don't cut it."The line went dead.Matteo sat on the icy, pitch-black marble, numb to its creeping cold.His heart thudded in his chest, achingly slow.He could not wrap his head around it. In his mind, I had really left him for Anthony.Memories swamped him, washing away his last shred of sense.He stumbled to the fridge and empti
There was no denying it.Elena had sparked something in Matteo that I had not. A certain freshness.However, a mere spark was not enough to rock the foundations of his marriage.It certainly was not enough to sway his feelings for me.He had always prided himself on his integrity, and nothing irked him more than infidelity.He had made his vows in church, a lifetime promise to me.So, when he caught himself feeling something for Elena, he ran and hid.He was even wracked with guilt.Thankfully, the attraction was faint, but to his dismay, I had noticed.His outbursts of anger and the edge in his voice were just a smokescreen for the storm of emotions brewing inside him. Deep down, he knew I was the only woman he would ever call his wife. Elena, his secretary, was just a blip on the radar of his life.His trust lay with me, his partner through thick and thin, not with Elena's fleeting words.He needed to find me, more than ever, to get some real answers.In his rush to lea
Matteo snatched the cup from his desk and hurled it at the marble floor, shattering on impact.The crossed daggers inked on his arms seemed to snarl with him.After a moment, Matteo gestured dismissively."Leave. I'll reach out to her."Find out which family they're from. Have we ever done business with them?"If there's a traitor in our midst, take care of it. No mercy."In the decade since Matteo had taken the reins, the family had never faced a blow like that.I had always been there, right by his side, whenever trouble brewed. No matter the challenge, I had a way of making it disappear.However, I wanted a divorce, leaving him to fend off crises on his own. A tide of panic and defeat threatened to drown him.Every deal they had was being poached, their investments slipping through their fingers like water.If he could not claw back those deals, the family's prestige would crumble.The family doctor, witnessing Matteo's rage contort his features, trembled and retreated fr
I did not even get a chance to answer."Mrs. Santoro must've had something urgent to forget to knock," I heard someone say."Isabella, you're getting out of line. I've been too soft on you, letting you get away with too much," Matteo scolded.I felt a rush of frustration so intense I thought I might explode, my fingers gripping the Family Withdrawal Notice so hard they turned white."I'm here for the divorce papers.""Get out! If you don't know how to knock, don't bother coming in," Matteo bellowed, his voice filling the office.At the mention of divorce papers, Elena's composure shattered as she pleaded, "Mr. Santoro, please. Mrs. Santoro meant no harm. She must've spoken out of turn in the heat of the moment."She reached for my arm, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Mrs. Santoro, let's not be hasty. We can talk this through."I tried to pull away, but just then, Elena stumbled and fell, her forehead kissing the cold marble floor."Mrs. Santoro, I don't hold it again
From then on, I could feel Matteo's eyes on me constantly.Whenever I sensed his stare and glanced his way, he would quickly look away.On days when I would go for a walk without a driver, I would notice a shadowy figure keeping a discreet distance.It was my very own stalker.One weekend, I made plans to go rock climbing with some friends.We had barely started our adventure in the wild when we ran into Joseph Ricci, the heir of a rival family.I averted my gaze, but Joseph's hand tightened around his cigar, and his menacing stare bore into me.Five minutes into our descent, a shower of rocks and the sounds of a scuffle from above caught us off guard.Our main rope began to sway dangerously, as if someone was trying to sever it. Before I could even think of a backup plan, Matteo's voice rang out from above."Isabella, I'm here. Don't be scared, I'll pull you up."Admitting I was not terrified after such a narrow escape would be a lie.When I saw Matteo, bloodied and battere







