Vulnerable Mistakes

Alessandro entered the mansion in the evening after a long meeting with his legal team, to see his wife in his room.

She sat cross-legged, looking elegant with her hair let down in long straight style.

In the dim indigo and blue lighting of the room, his wife was like Cleopatra dressed in that suit and stilettos.

Coupled with the glass of red wine she was nursing in her hand, Alessandro stared for a moment, something wrenching in his guts.

Damn her for being so unpredictable, unlike the selfish vain Ava he knew before.

This was exactly the reason he was still unable to get past those nights they had shared.

But how could she? When she was even more addictive than the wine in her hand and hotter than the fiery flames...

"Can you shut the door? The staff shouldn't witness us fight, should they?" That soft and yet commanding tone...

Alessandro killed something within him and lifted himself from the wall.

He hadn't even realised how long he had been leaning against it, gawking at his wi