He frowned instantly, all concern, all performance. He called private doctors, one after another, refusing to rest until they said I was fine. He ordered Mateo, his right-hand man, to fetch health supplements. He even brought me a glass of warm milk, pressing it into my hands until I drank it.
That night, exhaustion finally dragged me under. But when I woke in the dark, my throat was dry, I left my room for water.
And froze.
The door across the hall was wide open. Moonlight spilled through the window, lighting up two figures tangled on the bed.
Serafina's voice carried in the quiet. "That bracelet you gave Arianna… worth millions, right? I begged you for one, and you ignored me. She doesn't even ask, and you hand her the best gift in the world."
Marcello's shadow shifted. He pushed her legs from his waist, sat up, and lit a cigarette. His face was calm, almost bored. "I told you already… We were going to separate soon. I love my wife, but for now, we keep it a secret. If she finds out, it's over."
Serafina climbed onto him, naked. "I know, but I love you too. I can't help being jealous."