Dominic

Vanessa just keeps staring at me and parts her lips to speak, but it seems she can't find her words.

"Hey, tell me what happened." My voice is urgent.

Shutting her eyes, she says, "I was in the ladies' room and Carmella passed by the bodyguards only because she was in disguise and I was the only one who could identify her."

Disappointed in the bodyguards, I say, "Then what's the point of having bodyguards if-"

"I'm not finished," she cuts me off, her tone a little harsh. "There was a moment where I thought she was going to attack me with an object or whatever because she lowered her hand and in the pocket of her coat, but she chose not to do so. She said it was because she had something else that would hurt even more."

"And what was that?" I cross my arms.

Opening her eyes, she says, "She had something to say."

I shake my head dismissively and raise my eyebrows. "What could she possibly have said that would hurt you?"

As I get closer to her, she takes a few steps back. She clearly doesn't want me near her.

With a painful smile, she says, "She told me that even before we got married, you planned to divorce me in a few months."

My heart instantly starts racing as I uncross my arms, my eyes going round a little in panic. Shit!

"Is it true?" she asks.

"Whatever Carmella-"

"Just answer my question," she cuts me off.

to meet her gaze, I

for me." Her voice trembles a little. "You planned to divorce me so you could

getting into this marriage, it was supposed to be for the rest of our lives

again with a chuckle that sounds so

what? That's okay," she says. "I still

clearly hurt by

Mike should be expecting us

"Vanessa-"

than you do." She walks away in a hurry to the elevator,

name again but stop myself when she covers her mouth and

in frustration, hating that

pace a few times, giving it a few minutes before I

done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the

struggle as I can't seem to just focus on it. Irritated, I take it off and slam it on the floor, thinking about the expression in Vanessa's eyes and

myself with a few deep breaths, I

scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella and ask her why she did it, but that would

up and ready to leave, I can't seem to just walk out and get to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right

in front of my mirror, I try out a few lines of what I could say when I get to her door, but nothing comes out right and I

to speak to her with all this guilt, so I finally

almost ready. I know how long you always take. I

waiting," she says, her tone

back and leaning against the wall on the other side. She's mad at me and doesn't even have to say it. I make myself believe that with time, things will get better, so I wait righ in the same spot, thinking of all the ways I can explain myself

the door and

in a short purple dress with a thigh slit, some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy

us and to break the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick looks great on

the way to the elevator without saying anything

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