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.

her gaze, I

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

were your plans before. When I was getting into this marriage, it was supposed to be for the rest of our lives even when you told me on our first meeting that you had no choice but to accept this. Now I wonder how many times you

again with a chuckle that sounds so

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

lying to me. She's clearly hurt by

explain myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike should be expecting us soon. We should

"Vanessa-"

do." She walks away in a

to call her name again but stop myself when she covers her mouth and lowers her head, like she's trying to hold

jaw in frustration, hating

few times, giving it a few minutes before I head to

about what happened. If only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the

can't seem to just focus on it. Irritated, I take it off and slam it on the floor, thinking about

deep breaths, I pick up my necktie, then try

call Carmella and ask her why she did it, but that would just

Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it feels like one

what I could say when I get to her door,

takes 45 minutes for me to feel like I'm ready to speak to her with all this guilt, so I finally get to her door and knock on it, with a small delay

know how long you always take. I

says,

believe that with time, things will get better, so

and that makes me

some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy

the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick looks great

the way to the elevator without saying

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