6. Heading to Italy

 I go back to the same room where I dressed for my wedding, the one that now witnesses the tears that run down my cheeks, as I put on the short white dress that Lucas has left on the bed with a note that says, "Put this on." The dress is practically a copy of the same one that I wear in Capri. I no longer understand what he expects from me. Is he trying to torture me with memories?

Now I understand the reason for bringing the suitcase with clothes; it was to travel to Italy. I dread traveling to that place with him. What if he hurts me?

While I can't stop thinking about how my life has turned into a nightmare in a matter of days, I walk the corridors of this hotel until I reach the reception. I see him waiting for me at the hotel entrance, and when he sees me, he approaches and takes my suitcase.

"It would be nice if you hurry. The pilot is waiting for us," he asks me as I follow him to leave the hotel and get into the limousine.

"Pilot?" I ask, confused, while the driver opens the door and takes care of the suitcase.

"Sienna, it's a private plane," he responds as if it were something obvious.

He is self-centered, vain, unbearable.

"¡Oh! Excuse me, Mr. Sandonini," I say sarcastically.

As soon as we get into the limo, I sit in the seat, the farthest from him. I cross my arms and stare at the window to avoid seeing his face. I don't want him to realize that I have been crying or to show me weak in front of him. I can't let him defeat me.

I concentrate on observing the enchanting landscapes of Miami. I can't stop thinking about how I'm getting rid of my life as we get closer to the airport. It's unbelieving that my life doesn't belong to me anymore.

"My parents don't know the real reason you and I got married" He starts talking out of nowhere, and now I have to turn and see him.

"What ?!" I ask, totally surprised.

I don't understand. Lucas' parents don't know about his revenge plan?

"They believe that we have been in a relationship for five months; the same ones that I have been living in Miami. If you open your mouth to reveal something I have told you, your father will pay the consequences, so now you know," he tells me, "I also need you to sign this," and he hands me an envelope.

"What is it?" I ask, confused without even opening it.

"You have the whole trip to Venice to read it," He says arrogantly.

I don't know how I will stand in this situation for a year.

I completely ignore his comment and ask, "Does your family live in Venice?"

"Yes, have you traveled there?" Inquires in a friendly tone, and this change makes me think that maybe he is bipolar.

"About four times, it's a beautiful city," I answer. I must understand that Venice is not and will not be blamed for what is happening to me.

"I'm glad that you like it," Lucas answers. And I can't expect anything else from him. His bad mood is back again.

A few minutes later, we arrive at the airport, and there's a group of people waiting for us.

Once we get out of the limo, a man who appears to be the pilot greets us, "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Sandonini." 

"Hello, Felipe," Lucas answers. When I least expect it, my now-husband offers me his hand to help me climb the ladder that will take us inside the plane.

I suppose he pretends to be nice to me so that no one in the crew suspects our truth. I get on the plane, and I am speechless at how big and luxurious it is.

"Two rooms, open living room, bathrooms," he says, pointing to the different areas of the plane. I nod my head.

"Thanks," I answer and walk to the seats in the center area.

I take a seat and buckle my seat belt. Once everyone has boarded and settled,  I open the envelope that he gave me on the way.

A contract? I ask myself when I see the document. I carefully read every detail. The agreement emphasizes his fortune and asks me to renounce any benefit I may have by being his wife. I don't understand why he didn't give me this document before we got married.

"Why didn't you give it to me before?" I ask, raising my gaze to meet his.

"Because it's not a prenup," he corrects me.

"And, what is it?"

"It is a document where you voluntarily renounce everything in case of divorce, which will happen in a year," He says as he sits in the seat in front of me.

"What if I don't want to sign it?" I challenge him.

"No problem, I will sue your father for breach of contract."

"What are you talking about?"

"If you don't sign the document, I can blame him for anything I want. Sign in now!" he demands, and with all the anger I feel for him, I take the pen he offers me and sign.

"You are the worst thing that has happened to me," I let him know with anger while I stand up.

"Where are you going?" He asks as I walk away.

"To a place where I don't have to see you," I answer firmly and enter one of the rooms that he showed me before.

I lock the door and sit on the seats inside. For a few hours, I don't want to see him. I wish I have never met him; it's the worst thing that has happened to me. I can't wait for this year to go by as quickly as possible.