Page 46 of That's Amore

"You know, this isn’t a discussion we should be having." My words dripped with feigned amusement. "Dante and I are still very much married."

“But not for long.” Her eyes flashed with anger.

“Tomorrow is not here, darling, and yesterday is over. Today is where we’re at, and today, Dante and I are married.” I wriggled my fingers so she could see my rings. He’d asked me to put them back on for this trip, and I was so glad I had because the façade of pleasant kindness falling from her face was epic.

“Tomorrow will be here soon enough.” She stood up, and just then, the train jerked, and she landed right back on her ass. I didn’t bother to stifle the giggle thatescaped me.

“Whatever you say,darling.” I arched an eyebrow and smiled. It was saccharine sweet sarcasm. “Now, why don’t you trot back tomyhusband and do the job he’s hired you for instead of talking inappropriately and unprofessionally about yourbosswith hiswife?”

She gave me a vicious look, turned on her heel, and walked away, thankfully before she could see the cracks forming in my composure.

I was seething as I walked out of the car half an hour later and all but collided with a large person who smelled likemycheating son of a bitch husband.

“Elysa, I was just looking for you?—”

“Save it,” I snapped, more sharply than I intended.

His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” I repeated, angrily. “Your mistress just told me how thrilled she is that I’ve stepped aside so you two can get back together. That’s what’s wrong.”

His expression darkened. “Lucia said what?”

“We’restillmarried, and you dragged me here to play your wife, so the least you can do is show some goddamn respect.” The train jerked again, and I ended up with my palms against his chest and his hands around my waist, holding me.

“Elysa—”

“You told her about the divorce? You toldher?” I cut him off, furious.

“No.” He put his hands on mine. “Look at me.”

I did, anger frothing insideme.

“I didn’t tell her. She apparently heard from the…Roman gossip tree that you were seen at Carmen DeLuca’s office.”

“What bullshit?” I sneered. “Bull fucking shit.”

Dante sighed. “Youarea little lioness, aren’t you?”

“Stop treating me like an imbecile. I haven’t been to Carmen’s office. I met her at Maura’s place. I didn’t even see her at the bistro to avoid any gossip. So, the only way she could find out is through you.” The train lurched again, and I fell against Dante. He hugged me close, and I felt his chin nuzzle my hair.

“I didn’t tell her. I’ve only told one person, and that’s Giulia.” His mouth was close to my ear, and I wanted to just stay in his arms and cry for hours. The stress of losing Don Giordano and Dante was too much.

“You’ve told your lawyers?” I pointed out.

He pulled away, and my hands dropped from his body. He was too tempting. The rat bastard.

“I’mnotcheating on my marriage vows. I’d never do that.”

“But you told her that you want to get together with her.” I was close to giving into tears.

Two of his employees approached us, and immediately, we were both all smiles. I hated pretending—I absolutely hated it.

Dante put an arm around me. “Come on. Let’s find a private place for?—”

“I’d rather jump off thistrain.”

Dante grabbed my hand and opened a door. It was the bathroom, and he pushed me inside and locked the sliding door. Since this was a first-class compartment, the bathroom wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t spacious either.

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