Open Marriage Closed Heart
Murder bled into my voice.
"You think you can scare me?" Elena's smile turned vicious. "Isabella, you need to face reality. Damien loves you, but he needs excitement. A boring, old-fashioned woman like you can't hold him. This junk… it represents your pathetic, abandoned past…"
Crash.
It shattered on the marble floor. A hundred tiny pieces of my heart along with it.
The music stopped. Just like my heart.
I remembered being a little girl, my mother holding me, pointing to the Moretti family crest on the box. "Bella," she'd said, "remember, you are a Moretti. You never, ever lose your pride."