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I gulped.
“But I can’t. Harming you would be…impossible. I could never harm you, I could never cause you pain.” His fingers trailed down my cheek, his thumb rubbing my lip. “But I also never want to see you again.”
“You’re breaking my heart,” I whispered.
Giova
He let of me and stepped back, severing the co
“Isabella!”
Uncle Angelo ran down the hall. His eyes went from Giova
“What happened, fragolina?” He asked.
My lips quivered. “I’m sorry.”
Uncle Angelo’s face broke, then rage bloomed across his brows and nose. He turned his fierce glare to my husband.
“I won’t let you kill her.”
“You don’t let me do anything.” Giova
“Gustavo, take Isabella.”
My driver came towards me. I shrugged out of his grip.
“Giova
He stared at me. “You’re a traitor.”
“My mother called me the same thing,” I snapped. “I gave up my family for you. I gave up everything for the man who slaughtered the people who raised me and made me kill my brother!”
No emotion.
There was nothing in my husband. He was as empty as the first time I saw him.
“My love, please.” My voice broke.
It made no difference. Giova
Gustavo took my elbow, leading me towards the elevator. Sobs racked my chest, and I didn’t care enough to hide my misery. When my bodyguard sent me a disgusted look, I gave him the finger.