ia

shed against the paneling. Dante

at the red, blistering skin on my hand. He w

d, scooping the ch

bed, burying his face in Dante's

s no recognition in them, no memory of the ten years we had spent togethe

ong with yo

in angry strips. "Dante, he dropped t

Leo's hair. "She is jealous, Dante. She is jealous because

The look of disgust on his face shat

oice low and venomous. "You attack

d, my voice trembling. "

t out of my sight. If you touch him again

boy who was smirking into his shoulder. Gia fol

. She just smiled, a

rying tacky and stiff on my skin. The burn throbbed

my hand. I wrapped it in a towel. I did it all mec

illed wine on my dress. Dante had broken

om. I sat on the edge of

tood there. He looked exhausted, the ma

s room tonight," he sa

I stared at the whit

," I

ybe deep down, the real Dante was screamin

," he

l

walls of the estate were t

pen. I heard Gia's voice, low and mu

edsprings. The sounds of my husband taking a

ving. My marriage was a corpse, and