Till Death or Divorce — Episode 9

I could have sworn Marco said 2101. I knocked. The door opened. A woman stood there in a towel, blonde hair dripping, ice blue eyes, perfect.

You must be from Marchetti Holdings. I'm Isabella Romano. My fiancé stepped out. Fiancé?

I handed her the file and walked away. I wandered Midtown for hours. I had convinced myself of one thing. He had never rejected me because of a contract.

He had rejected me because he already belonged to someone else. That night, I went to a lounge in Midtown. Two bartenders flirted with me. I drank too much.

My phone buzzed. Where are you? I ignored it. Hard work?

You know it. Should I come buy you a drink? Don't bother. I looked up.

Across the lounge, Dante leaned against the bar, smoking. smoking. Two shadows stood behind him, motionless. Dante flicked ash from his locking onto mine. Then he started walking toward me. You've had enough.

Shouldn't you be with your fiancé? Dante didn't say a word. He simply grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the exit. I struggled, anger burning through the alcohol. You can have a fiancé, but I can't have fun?

What fiancé? Isabella Romano! She's showered and waiting for you!