I glance in the closet and find several empty hangers.
She packed a bag and left.
My heart thumps in my chest, the blood flowing through myveins. She’s gone, and I have no way to find her. While I was at the warehouse, interrogating the asshole who dug up my father’s body, she was making her escape.
The worst part is that it was a complete waste of time. The only thing that guy could tell us was that he had been paid to dig up the body and put it on the property. This bitch is a master at flying under the radar so she can play her fucking games.
“She doesn’t want to speak to you, sir,” Giani says after a moment.
“She’s my goddamn wife!” I boom. “Tell her I just need to speak to her for a moment.”
She can’t leave without knowing that I love her, that I’ve been pushing her away out of guilt for forcing her to marry me. She needs to know that I want to be married to her, but that I need for it to be her choice.
“Umm, sir, she said the divorce papers in your office said all that needed to be said.”
Fuck!She found them. But she doesn’t understand the context.
She thinks I no longer want to be married to her when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
“Giani …”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I have to hang up now.”
The call cuts off, and I lose my shit. I grab the closest thing to me—a lamp—and fling it across the room so it shatters against the wall.
This isn’t how it was supposed to go down.
I wanted to talk to her, explain where I was coming from, and show her that I wanted to be a better man for her.
I go to my office, and sure enough, the divorce papers, along with the pharmacy bag, are sitting on the fucking desk.
My phone rings, and I answer it without checking to see who it is, hoping it’s Brielle.
“Hey,” Dominick says. “I need you to come to my house.”
“Is Brielle there?” I choke out.
“No, but her studio was vandalized, so I had Eddy pull the cameras, and we know who did it.”
“What?” I bark. “What the fuck do you mean, her studio was vandalized?”
I’m already heading out to my car.
“She got a call tonight from her landlord. Her studio was broken into and destroyed. She asked me to file the insurance claim for her since she’s not in a place to do it herself.”
Fuck.That’s why she was in my office. She was looking for the insurance paperwork.
“I’ll handle it,” I tell him as I drive out of my garage and head toward his place.
When I arrive at Dominick’s house, Matteo’s there, glaring daggers at me.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” I tell him. “I don’t want to divorce her.”
“So, you, what? Drew up divorce papers for shits and giggles?” Matteo accuses. “Just when I was starting to actually tolerate your ass.”
“I’m not talking to you about this.”
“Yes, you are.” Matteo gets in my face. “You didn’t hear my sister bawling her fucking eyes out because she’d fallen in love with you, only for you to divorce her less than two fucking months later.”
