Chapter 83

Vincenzo POV

She never saw it coming. I grabbed her neck, squeezing hard enough that I could almost feel it snap.

"The next time you speak to my wife like that...," I growled, my nails digging into her skin. "I'll ruin you. Got it?" I leaned in close, making sure she understood the weight of my words. She flinched, but before she could protest, I shoved her away.

"It's not fair..." she sobbed, breaking down in pathetic tears. The sight irritated me beyond belief, so I crouched down to her level, yanked her hair, and slapped her—once, twice, and then—

"Shut your filthy mouth!" I snapped, rolling my eyes as I stood and walked away, leaving her crumpled on the floor.

As I made my way back into the hall, I spotted Mrs. Washington talking to someone. Probably an Arlington.