Marco

I pace back and forth in my luxurious office, frustration radiating from every fiber of my being as I clutch my phone tightly in my hand. With each step, my mind replays the images that have ignited the raging inferno of jealousy within me. I can't shake the sight of Valentina and James, their smiles radiant as they sit together in the cozy café, captured in a moment of apparent intimacy.

Dialing Giovanni's number, I press the phone to my ear, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation. As the call connects, I waste no time in unleashing my torrent of emotions.

"Giovanni, you won't believe what I just saw," I exclaim, my voice laced with bitterness.

"I was scrolling through social media, trying to distract myself from thoughts of Valentina, and what do I come across? Pictures of her and James, looking like they're the happiest people on the planet," I rant, the bitterness in my tone palpable.

"I mean, can you believe it? After everything we've been through, she's alread