phin

finally understood the iron-clad marriage contract I'd signed.

hree-person tragedy. I would not be cast

yet Isabella's social media became a daily torment. Photos of them at exclusive restauran

lked into the grand living room and took down our wedding portrait; in it, he lo

, designer bags, things meant to be seen, not felt. While sear

versary, every Christmas gift I had ever given him. A custom-made tie I'd commissioned. A leather-bound journa

w. My affection, my thoughts, my very

all came la

ewarming party tonight," h

ella and I are not on goo

n, his voice was cold. "It was her idea to

only remembered my existence for Isa

air was thick with a hostility directed squarely at me. Isabella greeted me w

own life, as Isabella began to hold c

p of laughing guests. "I suppose you can't expect her to appr

es all on me. I felt the blood drain from

k at me, but at the guests. "The De Luca family can

e of his own pride. The message was clear: