Chapter 41. It’s the Baby

VICTORIA

I patted down the front of my dress as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was dolled up but my eyes looked dead and lifeless almost like a doll. Memories of what I witnessed last night still swirled around my head.

A tear slipped through my eyes which I immediately wiped away.

I was wearing the dress Alessandro bought for me specially for this occasion. It was a mini bodycon white dress with spaghetti sleeves. He even controlled what I wore.

It wasn’t my style.

This dress wasn’t something I would pick out of a mall or an online shop. I think I looked like a whore in it.

He got it for me and the heels too so I couldn’t reject them or not wear them. Left for me I would rather appear there in sweats or a hoodie. I loved and cherished my comfort so much.

How was I going to do it? How was I supposed to meet the girl I saw having sex with my husband?

I deserve an award for my endurance and self-restraint.

That girl was