Cecilia Marino's POV"Antonio, I'm married."The words seemed to strike Antonio with physical force, leaving his mind completely blank. He stared at the ring on my finger, paralyzed, as if the silver band had hit him like a bolt of lightning.Just then, the steady rhythm of footsteps approached from behind. A man in a white lab coat walked toward us, a jacket draped over his arm."Cecilia, it's getting chilly out here. Why aren't you inside?"He draped the jacket over my shoulders with an easy, practiced familiarity. Then, his gaze shifted to Antonio. "And who is this?"I turned my head and said, "Kyle, this is the friend I mentioned to you before."Antonio stood there, stunned."Cecilia…" his voice caught, trembling. "Who is he?"I looked him straight in the eye. My gaze was as cold and still as stagnant water."Antonio, this is my husband. We were married in Kenyara last year."He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Kyle gave him a polite nod, his hand resting natura
Read more