Sophia's POVI watched Vito's wheelchair disappear through the crowd, guided by Tony toward whatever crisis Maria was experiencing, and felt something bitter and cold settle in my chest.Of course.On our wedding day, at our reception, surrounded by hundreds of guests celebrating our marriage, he was still choosing her over me. The irony would have been laughable if it wasn't so devastatingly predictable.I stood there in my beautiful gown, the expensive silk suddenly feeling heavy and constraining, and tried to smile as guests continued to offer their congratulations. But inside, that familiar ache of being second choice, of being the consolation prize, was spreading through me like poison."Mrs. Romano?"The title still sounded strange, foreign. I turned to find Mrs. Harrison approaching with her ever-present tablet and professional smile."The cars are ready whenever you'd like to depart for the estate," she said tactfully, clearly having noticed my husband's absence. "Mr. Romano a
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