By the time Vincenzo got home, Seraphina was already asleep. The lights were dimmed, the silence thick. He stepped into the room quietly, his cold aura softening as his eyes landed on her fragile frame curled under the sheets. Her brows were creased, even in sleep.
He bent over, gently brushing his fingers across her forehead, smoothing the wrinkle between her brows. Then he leaned in and kissed her lightly.
"Wifey... "I'm sorry I disobeyed you," he thought, watching her features. "You asked me to let it go, but I couldn’t. I needed them to feel it. I needed to watch them break."
His eyes darkened as his mind reeled back to the chaos earlier. Jarvis, humiliated. Amelia, defiled in front of a crowd. And that was him going easy.
"You should have seen it, Seraphina... their shame, their s
