"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I have no problems with you being here," he said. "But I am begging you—give me one reason to divorce you. Give me one reason to go to war with your family. Just one. That's all I need, and I will take it like my life depends on it because, believe it or not, it does." He was a man trapped within the suffocating confines of duty, loyalty, and a marriage forged from political necessity.
Bianca's composure faltered for a fleeting moment before she gathered herself. "Luca, I'm… really, I have no idea whatsoever what you are talking about," she said softly. "Yes, I admit the last time I was here, I lost control." Her eyes flickered with regret as she continued. "And just like I told Don, I am a new wife. I am allowed some mistakes, am I not?"
Luca's jaw tightened, his patience fraying. "One," he snapped. "Not some. And you have used up your quota."
