The dining room was all candlelight and the smell of the dinner Vincent had so carefully prepared. He was in his best suit, a pathetic, pleading smile plastered on his face. You'd never know he was the same cold bastard who’d turned his back on his own kid just yesterday."Isabella, my love." He pulled out my chair for me, all phony chivalry. "I think we need to talk."I took my seat, watching him fuss around the table. The fool really thought he was still running the show, that the crisis was over."You look pleased with yourself, Vincent," I said, taking a small sip of wine. My voice was even."Of course. Because we can finally have a fresh start." He sat across from me, a scheming glint in his eyes. "Isabella, I have to be honest with you. About Carmen… I admit it, she got to me. A man gets his head turned by something new, you know?""Something new?" I repeated the words, a cold smile touching my lips."Yeah, something new. We've been married three years, life needs a little… spice
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