Sofia's POVWhen I arrived at my husband Domenico Vitale's office, he was reading a report from his secretary, Camilla Marino. He didn't even look up when I told him I wanted a divorce. Instead, a cold chuckle escaped him."Another tantrum? Sofia Moretti, is this because I didn't come home for dinner last night? Don't joke about things like this. It's not funny."I lowered my gaze, swallowing the hollow ache in my chest, and enunciated, "I'm not joking, Domenico. I want a divorce."At last, Domenico looked up at me. He came around his desk and reached for my hand, his touch gentle and familiar. I pulled away. His hand froze in midair.A barely perceptible frown creased his brow before his expression smoothed over again."I know you're upset about what happened with the pregnancy, but you're carrying our baby. You shouldn't be taking so many medications. Camilla was only carrying out my orders. You shouldn't have gone after her."Besides, I restored your access to the family fund
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