And since then, I never dared to even glance at another man. But now, he was just as obsessed. Just not with me. With her.
I sank deeper into the water and let out a shaky breath.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Serafina was gone. Only Marcello was sitting there, calm as if nothing had happened. The house was quiet in that particular way it got when the guards had been told to make themselves scarce.
On the table, there was a plate of neatly sliced fruit and a steaming cup of ginger tea. The sight made my chest tighten.
He stood and handed me the cup. "I know your period's close. This will help with the cramps."
The heat from the cup seeped into my hands, but inside, I felt ice cold. How could he act so normal? Just minutes ago, he was tearing at Serafina's clothes. Now here he was, pretending to be the perfect husband. The Don of the Castellano Family, performing devotion with the same hands that had just been on another woman's body.
I didn't sleep much that night. My mind kept circling back to the same question: how many faces does he have?
Sometime before dawn, I must've drifted off. A sudden shout yanked me awake.
"Arianna!"