Chapter 7

I had fled to our apartment, believing that Marc saw as his father did now and he regretted our marriage. During the long night, I had been having contradictory reactions, swinging between love, hatred, jealousy, and need.

As the morning light seeped in, I went back to the villa to win my husband back again, whatever that cost. The image of what I had found haunts me to this day. Marc his face flushed in sleep his lids closed was lying entangled with Bella and the girl was smiling tauntingly as she looked across the room at me. It broke me into pieces the pain that scourged inside me was bearable. It had been a knife sliding into my stomach and I feel it even now whenever I think about it. I had known of course that there had been women before, but I had innocently believed Marc over and over again.

I took a taxi and reached Naviglio a place where it is always crowded with people and I walked blindly not knowing what to do. I was lost as I had trusted him but he had brou