I choked out a sob, nearly losing my balance because of how sore my limbs and pussy were.I didn’t know how long I stood there, bawling my eyes out.
But I knew one thing.
I had lost him.
Chapter Eight
Andrea
It was sickeningly perfect to watch Sofia slow dance in the arms of the love of her life.
She had her head placed on his chest, clad in a simple beaded white dress for the evening reception, while Adriano had discarded his suit.He was left in his button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves, tucked in black slacks.
The duo effortlessly took the spotlight in the middle of the now-transformed vibrant and colorful garden.
Laughter echoed through the air from the large group of guests.Cutlery clanked against plates, and glasses and champagne flutes clicked against one another.A soft, classical music hummed from the background somewhere, aiding the ambience of the magical space.
I looked away from the newlyweds, sipping my champagne while struggling to push back the bitter taste at the back of my throat.
The days leading up to the wedding had been nothing short of gloomy for me.Luciano had been around, but at the same time, I barely saw him.With my family, he managed to convince them that we were on good terms, but behind closed doors, if he wasn’t hate-fucking me, he was avoiding me.
He had hijacked the game I had been playing from me and made it his.
When I was the one playing, I hadn’t realized what it meant to be on the receiving end until now.It hurt like a bitch, but I had too much pride to admit that.
He never looked at me anymore when he was fucking me.He always did it from behind, and as much as I enjoyed it, it clawed at my heart.
It made me realize that I hated not being the center of his attention.
I glanced around to notice his empty seat.I should have known he had disappeared for the umpteenth time tonight when I couldn’t feel his gaze drilling holes into my body anymore.
I hissed through clenched teeth, rising to my feet to go find him.He was supposed to be my fiancé.He should be by my side and not be missing.
The clicking of my heels on the brick floors floated through the air as I moved away from the party space.The music in the background slowly faded, replaced by the chirping of birds and crickets.
“You need to get the fuck away from here now.”I heard Luciano’s angry voice—that was more emotion than he had put into conversing with me.
