"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU TWO—LEAVE ME ALONE!" Bella snapped, her voice trembling as she turned away from Jessica and Stella. Her chest heaved, and her fists clenched at her sides. Divorce? Replace her with Stella? Over her dead body.
She stormed off, her steps quick and unsteady, trying to shake off the suffocating words they'd thrown at her. Her heart felt heavy, her throat tight. She didn't even notice where she was walking until a gentle voice broke through the noise in her head.
"Are you okay, Bella?"
She blinked and looked up.
Giovanni.
He stood there in a perfectly cut blue suit, his tall frame commanding yet his face relaxed, carrying that disarming gentleness she remembered. His dark hair was slicked neatly back, his sharp features softened by the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
"Gio," Bella breathed, a small smile slipping onto her face before she could stop herself.
