Page 49 of Vow to Me

“Get to the estate, there’s something you need to see. Make it quick,” he says before hanging up.

I instruct my assistant to tell the others in the conference room that I’ve been called away in an emergency before leaving the building and driving to my father’s estate. I drove like a bat out of hell to make it here in just under twenty minutes.

I walk into the office and my steps falter when I see Marco and Enzo glaring daggers at each other. “What’s going on? Why do you two look like you want to kill each other?” I ask before closing the door and taking a seat in front of Dad.

“Because he won’t give her the—” Enzo starts but is cut off by Marco.

“E-fucking-nough Enzo!” he bellows. “It’s as clear as fucking day,” he growls and gestures towards a small brown package on the desk. I can’t remember the last time I saw Marco lose his temper the way he is right now.

I stare at the envelope as if it’ll give me the answers to whatever the fuck is going on.

Dad clears his throat and slides the package towards me before he swallows. Theres pity in his eyes and I fucking hate the sight.

What the goddamn hell is going on?

I take the package and study each of them with a raised brow before opening it and pulling out a note and thumb drive.

Did you ever wonder how we always

knew how to find your pretty little

wife, Romano? You should keep a closer eye on your toys.

My breath stalls and I choke down the denial crawling up my throat before inserting the thumb drive into the laptop in front of me. I click on the file with Izzy’s name on and I furrow my brow while examining the picture I’m presented with.

Theres a photo of Izzy in a store at the mall and she’s stood next to a tall, black-haired woman. It looks like they’re talking as Izzy passes her something.

I click to the next image and it’s the same woman again, only this time it’s an image of her handing something to Muñoz.

Rage, like nothing ever before bubbles up inside me but I push it down and click to the next image.

The image that greets me makes me fucking sick to my stomach and black dots line my vision. Its Izzy, my fucking wife, sat onMuñoz’s lap in a club. She’s wearing a wig, but I’d know my fucking wife anywhere.

What the fuck were you doing Iz?

The time stamp on the image is from a few days before the wedding so she could have just been getting the information she needed about the Amate’s.

I click the screen again and this time, it’s a video. I press play and force myself to watch as my wife grinds her ass up against Muñoz in the middle of the club. They’re wearing the same clothes as the image before in the video. I feel fucking sick.

I’m going to fucking kill him. I’ll rip out his insides while I make her fucking watch.

I’ll string him up by his fucking balls while I carve into his fucking chest, I’ll—

“There’s one more you need to see son,” my father whispers, and I take a deep breath before clicking the screen again. It’s another video, only this time, it’s dated with today’s date.

I press play and my head fucking swims. It’s Izzy on the sidewalk about a block away from our apartment. Theres a man stood next to a black car and once she see’s him she stands and stares as him for a beat before running into his arms, they stand and fucking hug each other for what feels like minutes, she’s crying, and I have to sit and watch the woman I love more than anything in this world get into a car with another man. It’s like a scene out of a goddamn romance movie. I can feel the emotion wafting off her through the screen and if I weren’t already seated it would have brought me tomy fucking knees.Christ, I feel my heart shatter inside my chest as my soul fucking crumbles to pieces at my feet.

My chest aches and I can’t fucking breathe. My eyes sting and I blink to try and clear my vision.

The pain.

The lies.

The fuckingbetrayal.

I take out my phone to call Izzy, but the line cuts off without ringing.

I press Tomasso’s contact but it just rings and rings before going to voicemail.

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