Chapter 37

Giselle's POV :

"What? Are you sure?" I asked the nurse.

"I'm so sure honey pie. He wouldn't let go of your hand hand kept telling you that he loves you. He was very charming too. You're so lucky dearie. "

I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I HATE YOU SO MUCH VENETTIO!!!!"

The nurse looked at me like I was deranged. If I was her, I would too. Maybe, I was.

She called the doctor in and he checked my head out.

"Are you okay Ms. Marcello?"

I didn't respond to him. He wrote something on a prescription paper and gave it to me.

"I suggest you meet her. She's a therapist"

I looked at the paper and saw that he wrote some doctor's name.

Maybe I did need therapy. These constant heartbreaks would be the death of me. I got over Tito, but