Vito’s POV
I could tell Isabella was acting. She pressed against my chest, telling me how scared she'd been when I clutched my chest earlier. Her voice shook like she was really upset.
Nice try.
But I'd been reading people's lies for thirty years. Every time she tried to play the sweet wife, her body gave her away. She'd get this little tremor when she forced herself to say caring things. Not the shaking of real emotion—the shaking of someone pretending.
Too cute.
Most people lied to me because they were scared or wanted money. Isabella's lies were different. She looked uncomfortable every time she had to fake affection, like it physically hurt her to do it.
Her behavior had gotten weird since we came back from the wedding. Little things that didn't add up.
Right now, she was playin
