The night before had stolen my innocence, shredding the last remaining of love I had clung to.
But today, Lorenzo wouldn't see my pain. He wouldn't see the fury burning beneath my skin, the cold resolve tightening around my heart.
Lorenzo entered the dining room with his usual effortless grace, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the table. "Someone's in a good mood."
I turned to him, my expression warm, as if last night's betrayal had never happened. "I wanted to do something special for you." I moved closer, slipping my arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
He chuckled, "My sweet wife. Always taking care of me." His hands rested on my hips.
I looked up at him, eyes soft but unreadable. "Of course. You're my husband."
For now.
We sat together and I barely touched my plate, watching him eat. I didn't have the appetite to swallow anything anymore.
"Are you not eating?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I had a big meal earlier." I smiled, shaking my head. He nodded and continued with his breakfast while I sat across him.
"Honey, there's a meeting with all the owners of the clubs tomorrow—-"