Fabio drank from one of the French tea cups slowly. "This must be very important," he said. "You almost never ask for my advice—and never in person."Massimo didn't let a single emotion show on his face. He needed to be strictly professional in front of his grandfather."I want to divorce my wife,"
Massimo phoned a taxi cab for wife. She had been insisting on many last minute dates for over a week now. His patience for Aria's antics was running out.But he knew she had been trying. Despite showing up to his work every day, she hadn't stopped him from getting any work done. She was just always
Elena knew her friend was just trying to be helpful and kind. But Elena felt like Aria was flaunting her relationship. It just made Elena feel even more bitter about everything.Elena lasted a week between feeling like an intruder at work and bitter, jealous roommate at home. All the negative feelin
Elena tried to forget everything that happened last night when she returned to the Ferraro estate the following afternoon. She was going to do what she always did when she felt sad or upset—focus on work.This proved to be impossible for one important reason. Aria was already there.She was sat on M
Massimo didn't look up as Aria returned to the office. She walked up to him and examined his injuries—superficial things he barely even felt.Aria looked at him with pity. "You poor thing," she cooed. "Your doctor didn't even bandage your cut—let me help you."Aria wouldn't hear any of Massimo's pro
As soon as the words left Elena's mouth, her anger started to leave her. Why was she calling out her friend like this? Outside of her husband's own house?Didn't Elena have any shame or tact? She was better than this."Aria, listen," Elena began, ready to apologize, "I didn't mean—"Aria burst out l