Page 59 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Neglected Wife
Epilogue
LUIGI HAD MANAGED FORMULAOne drivers for forty years.
He’d never seen anything like this.
Aivan Cannizzaro stood at the edge of the Siren’s Loop paddock, tablet in hand, reviewing data from Gabriel’s latest practice session. The track curved away from them in the afternoon heat, empty now except for mechanics rolling tires across hot asphalt. The scent of rubber and fuel hung in the air, familiar as breathing after four decades in this world.
But it wasn’t the same anymore.
Six months ago, this man had been chasing his fourth world championship. But now?
The man who was once so obsessed with racing that he wasn’t even aware of his wife flying out of the country...
The man who once told Luigi that emotions were “performance inhibitors”...
That same man was now watching his wife check tire pressures with Gabriel’s crew, and Luigi could practically see Aivan’s pulse jump every time she smiled at one of the younger mechanics.
Giustu, giustu.
God worked in mysterious ways truly.
“Boss?” Carlito, Luigi’s newest engineer, followed his stare. “Is he always like this?”
Six months ago, the answer to that would have been a regretful...no.His former star racer had acted like his marriage was the least of his priorities, and his wife, a part of his staff. But this time, ah...
Aivan had completely caught everyone off guard with his early retirement from professional racing, and when asked why, he had simply said he wanted to devote more time to his wife. Since then, the Internet had dubbed Aivan ‘the world’s most devoted husband’, and this reputation of his had only grown into legendary proportions in the past several months.
“Did you see the video that went viral last week?”
Carlito’s question drew Luigi out of his thoughts. “No, what about it?”
Instead of answering, the boy handed his phone to Luigi, and his lips twitched as he watched a grim-looking Aivan literally carrying Sienah away, and all because a journalist had stood too close to his wife during an interview.
“Twenty million views and counting, boss,” Carlito said with a shake of his head. “Is he really that in love with his wife?”
Luigi glanced back at Aivan, whose expression had turned forbidding upon noting the way a kid mechanic was now talking to Sienah with an infatuated expression on his face.
“Sit back and watch,” Luigi advised Carlito with a grin, “and you’ll see the answer for yourself soon enough.”
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SIENAH COULD ONLY SHAKEher head when she remembered the scene from earlier. It was just so ridiculous (but also secretly adorable), with how Aivan had become so possessive toward her. Perhaps for some women, such possessiveness might feel stifling. Maybe in time, she would find it a concern as well, and one worth discussing with Aivan.
In time.
But for now, and for someone like her who used to think of herself as invisible?
His occasional (well, okay, it was more likefrequent) display of jealousy made her feel cherished and seen, and well...
