I studied him in silence. The visitor wore the dark jacket of one of the household men, but the frame beneath it was slender and soft. Given how rattled Ermanno was, who else could it be but the woman he kept at the safehouse?
My thumb pressed against the inside of my ring finger, hard, until the knuckle ached. I kept my expression neutral and my voice light. "If it's that urgent, you should go. No need to rush back on my account."
The moment I said it, Ermanno turned on his heel and left without looking back.
I watched his figure disappear through the front hall, past the two soldiers flanking the door who straightened as he passed, and a bitter taste crept across my lips.
This was the first time he had ever left me for another woman.
The restlessness gnawed at me until I couldn't stand it. After a long hesitation, I chose one of the unmarked sedans from the garage and followed him myself.
The moment they turned out of the lane in front of the Santoro estate, Ermanno stopped the car and yanked the cap off the so-called attendant's head. Silk-dark hair spilled down past her shoulders.
"Who gave you permission to show your face anywhere near my wife?"