The house of cards came tumbling down.

Even worse, she was cute.

And thin.

Her body was the exact opposite of mine, and my insecurities gnawed at me.

Is that what he REALLY wants, but he just tells me what I want to hear?

I knew that wasn’t true –

Or at least, Ithoughtit wasn’t true.

But the green-eyed monster had its claws in me, and they were sharp.

To top it all off, she wasnice.Sweet.

She reminded me a lot of Alessandra. Not in her appearance, but her kindness and friendliness.

I wanted tohateIsabella.

I wanted her to be a fucking bimbo –

An ugly slut –

A stupid mafia whore –

But she wasn’t.

She was sweet, kind, gentle, and polite.

And cute.

Andthin.

God, why did she have to be so fucking thin?!

When I took the taxi out of Ortigia, I was a wreck. Sobbing one minute, furious the next. A whole flood of thoughts and emotions rolled through me.

I TOLD him I never wanted to meet her! I TOLD HIM!

How could I leave him?! He’s in danger!

Am I ever going to see him again?!

Oh God – is he going to die?!

Why was she so NICE to me?! I’ve been sleeping with her fiancé!

But he was MINE FIRST!

But I kept coming to one in particular – the one that absolutely destroyed me.

She’s the one who gets to marry him.

Once I got over my pity party, I texted Alessandra and told her everything.

Well… not about the dead body in the suitcase.