It’s strange how touching the person you’re married to can begin to feel like a betrayal. My time with Ciro is mostly unmarred by guilt, but it’s nearly unbearable to interact with Matteo like that, especially in front of Ciro.
The worst is when it’s just the three of us, like now, as Ciro drives Matteo and I back home after dinner at a restaurant.
“Thank you again for the necklace,” I murmur, toying with the edge of my newest piece of jewelry from the latest Bulgari collection. It’s honestly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, and I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. Mama’s going to have a fit when she finds out how much Matteo paid for it.
“Of course,” Matteo says easily. “I can tell you’ve had a rough week, so I thought maybe this would cheer you up a bit. Besides, I’
