Chapter 14. Bare for Him

BELLADONNA

I had contemplated calling him, or at least sending a text, but I always chickened out anytime I felt like I might get ignored. 

And why the fuck does it feel like I did something wrong when I clearly didn't? It wasn't my fault that his father didn't disclose the full content of the contract to him, so what was this stupid urge to apologize? 

Anytime I remembered the look he had on his face that day, that urge returned. There was anger there that day, but there had been pain too. The pain was evident when he spoke to his brother about giving up everything he had here. The pain was even sharper when he said, “Who would I be in Italy?” 

That was like a punch in my gut. If it were up to me I would have suggested we just stay here in the States like a normal husband and wife would, but that would mean all my heritages would be gone. 

The reason he was going to live in Italy was because of what I stand to gain. Honestly, he was