A R I A N A
A whole week had passed since that awful night in Dante's study and seven days since I signed that ridiculous contract, seven days since he dropped the bombshell about fertility treatments.
And seven blissful days without seeing his face.
Emphasis on the blissful.
Lina told me he'd left for a business trip to Italy the morning after our argument. She'd been extra chatty, trying to fill me in on all of Dante's habits how he traveled often, how he hated gatherings, how he sometimes disappeared for weeks.
If only she knew that I didn't care, the less I saw of my so-called husband, the better.
The mansion felt different without him here, lighter I would say,the maids smiled more and were more free and losing up, his presence makes the environment tensed and authoritat
