On the third day of my honeymoon, my husband sent me away to a luxury spa because he said he “needed space.” Three hours later, I came back to our villa without telling him. And found him on the terrace with his ex-wife… while she was wearing my diamonds
“No,” I said softly. “A gift is something someone wants. This feels like you’re sending me away.”His expression hardened instantly.“Don’t start, Elena.”“Start what?”“Drama.”That was Leonardo’s talent.He could stab me emotionally and somehow make me feel guilty for noticing the knife afterward.I swallowed hard.“Is there someone else?”He laughed.Not kindly.Not like a hurt husband shocked by the…