His eyes locked on hers. He knew what she had done. Every ugly piece of it. Knowing all of that did not make loving her disappear. Marco had spent days wishing it would. He had wanted anger to burn cleanly enough to destroy everything else. He wanted to look at Valentina and feel nothing but disgust.
Instead, he still saw his wife. The woman he loved. The mother of the child he had chosen as his own.
The tears in her eyes still found ways to stab at his heart.
Valentina shook her head. "Marco, please."
"What you have done is aim the firing squad at me, Val. You meddled with something you have no idea how it works."
"No, I am trying to save you!" Valentina cried. "Why can you not understand that? Are you so blinded by your loyalty that you cannot see it? What has Luca done for you to make you so loyal to him, huh?" she demanded, throwing her hands out. "What has he done for you? Because all I see is what he has done to you!"
"Where the hell is he?" she yelled.
"Right here…"
