Leonardo turned. His eyes locked with Elena’s.
The weight of Isabella’s return pressed like iron on his chest. His wife stood frozen in the garden, eyes wide with disbelief. She had heard everything.
“Elena,” he breathed.
But before he could move, Elena turned and ran.
“Marco,” he said quickly, voice hardening. “Settle Isabella in a guest room. Make sure she has everything she needs. I’ll deal with this.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. His feet carried him swiftly to their bedroom. The door was still open, and he saw her by the window, she had used her hands to cover her face, her body trembling.
“You told me she died.” Her voice cracked, filled with pain as she turned to look at him. “Leonardo, you said she was dead!”
“I thought she was,” he said, stepping inside. “I swear to you, Ele
