Vito's POV
Divorce?
I stared at her, certain I'd misheard. The word echoed in my skull like a gunshot in an empty church, impossible and absurd.
She couldn't have said what I thought she said.
"What did you just say?"
Isabella lifted her chin, her eyes blazing with a defiance that should have infuriated me. Instead, something far more dangerous stirred in my chest.
"I said maybe we should get a divorce."
The words hit me like a blow to the sternum. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except stare at this woman.
She wants to leave me.
In all my years as the head of the Romano family, I had never been caught so completely off guard. I was the one who made decisions. I was the one who controlled every aspect of my relationships, my business, my life
