FAZER LOGINI "ran into" Donatello again at the hotel check-in desk.The girl at the front desk looked up from her computer with a professional smile."Ms. Merouin, congratulations. You've been given a complimentary upgrade to our top-floor Aurora Suite."I pressed my fingers to my forehead and took a deep breath.Then a familiar figure strolled up beside me.Donatello handed his passport to the receptionist."Good evening. I have a reservation."He turned to me, an expression of pure innocence on his face."Avril, what a coincidence.""I'm staying at this hotel, too."He actually made me laugh.I turned to face him squarely."Donatello, I don't need you to do any of this.""I don't need you to upgrade my room.""And I don't need you within a ten-meter radius of me.""Do you understand?"He just shrugged, completely unbothered."Avril, I just want you to be comfortable.""You don't have to feel pressured.""Besides, this hotel is one of my properties.""Out of all the hotels in Iceland, you just h
Donatello just looked at me, completely unashamed, as if nothing I said could touch him.I suddenly realized that arguing with this man was a complete waste of time.I closed my eyes, reclined my seat, and turned my head to the window, done with him.The plane flew smoothly above the clouds.I pretended to be asleep, but I could feel his eyes on me.His gaze was intense, tracing the side of my face, lingering on my forehead, my nose, my lips.I was incredibly annoyed, but I refused to open my eyes.After a long time, I heard him speak softly."Avril.""Can I ask you a question?""Did you decide to divorce me because you found out I sent bodyguards to protect Angelina?"I opened my eyes and turned to look at him."That was just the final straw."After all this time, I could finally talk about it calmly."Donatello, the thought of divorcing you had been there for a long, long time.""Avril…" Donatello's voice was hoarse. "If you were so unhappy, why did you never tell me?""If you had to
A month later, Donatello's wound had mostly healed.The gash, once deep enough to see bone, was now a pale scar.I had visited him in the hospital a few times that month, always for just ten minutes, a brief chat, and then I’d leave.He didn't try to win me back.The tension between us had, surprisingly, eased a little.Now that he was okay, I was ready to resume my interrupted trip.I booked a flight to Iceland. The day before I left, I went to the hospital to say goodbye."Donatello," I said, standing by his bed. "I'm leaving tomorrow."His smile froze. "Where are you going?""Iceland. Then maybe around Scandinavia.""How long will you be gone?"I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll come back when I get tired of traveling."He was silent for a few seconds.Then he nodded, even managing a gentle smile."Okay.""Travel safe. Have fun."His calm reaction surprised me, but I was also relieved.This is good, I told myself.He's finally letting go.The next morning, Chloe drove me to the a
I stared at my coffee cup, my mind reeling.I never imagined this was the story from Angelina's perspective.After a moment of thought, I finally spoke. "Angelina, thank you for telling me all this today.""But… I can't completely believe it."Angelina looked up, her eyes still wet with tears, and stared at me."If Donatello really loved me," I said with a small, bitter smile, "it's impossible that I wouldn't have felt it at all over the last three years.""A woman's intuition is a powerful thing.""His coldness, his neglect… those are not the actions of a man in love.""So Angelina, I don't want to dig into whether he loves me or not. Maybe he does, but it doesn't matter anymore.""What matters is that the pain I went through for three years was real.""I didn't divorce him because of you."Angelina's eyes welled up again. "Avril…""Angelina," I reached out and gently placed my hand on hers. "Listen to me.""I was the one inside that marriage. And even I've moved on.""You were an out
The next afternoon, Angelina was already sitting at a window seat when I pushed open the coffee shop door.She wore a cream-colored knit sweater, her long hair loosely tied back. She stood up as soon as she saw me."Avril," she said softly, her voice tinged with a nervous energy.I sat down across from her and ordered an Americano.We sat in silence for a while before she finally spoke."Avril," she took a deep breath. "I came here today to tell you, from the bottom of my heart—I'm sorry."She stood up and gave me a slight bow.I was taken aback and quickly motioned for her to sit."Angelina, you don't have to do that.""I have to," she insisted, her eyes turning red. "That day on the yacht, I didn't know you were Donatello's wife. I said so many things… so many things that must have hurt you.""I told you he sent bodyguards for me, I told you he used to have a crush on me…"Her voice broke."Every one of those words must have felt like a knife. And I was the one holding it.""Avril, I
It was three in the morning when Donatello was wheeled out of surgery.I was sitting on a bench in the hallway, still covered in his blood.I don't know why I stayed.I just… couldn't bring myself to walk away.The doctor came out and told me, "He's out of danger."I let out a long, shuddering breath.The hospital room was quiet, except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor.Donatello lay on the bed, hooked up to a dozen tubes.His face was ashen, but as I walked in, his eyes slowly fluttered open.He looked at me, his lips moving.I had to lean in close to hear him."...Your clothes."He spoke weakly. "Change them. You must be cold."I froze.I didn't realize I was crying until I felt a tear slide down my cheek.Donatello's hand, the one with the IV, trembled as he slowly raised it.His thumb gently brushed away the tear from the corner of my eye."Avril, I'm sorry," he rasped."I'm the one who brought this danger to you.""If I hadn't gone public with our marriage, the Salvator







