When the company was first starting, Giovanni was nearly at his wits’ end. The newly hired researchers all refused to perform pathological dissections on cadavers, quitting one after another.
I took on all the dissection work myself, reassuring him, "As long as I’m here, you can rest easy."
We made it through those tough times. I thought life was finally on the right track—until I discovered Giovanni’s clandestine meetings with Lianna.
Forget it. Let it end here.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I froze.
The dining table was set with steak and red wine, a trail of rose petals leading the way.
Giovanni stood holding a sheer black silk robe, adorned with delicate sparkles.
"Honey, I made this for you with my own hands."
"You’d look stunning in it. I’d love for us to enjoy this together."
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "You smell so good. I’ve missed you so much."
Was this his way of compensating for betrayal?
Feigning ignorance of his insinuation, I silently distanced myself and turned on all the lights. "Let’s eat. Finish up and get some rest."