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A small smile plays on my lips.
Is this an apology for not showing up to dinner after he said he would? Would Enzo do something so sweet?
I pull the envelope from the box and slip my finger under the flap to pull the card out.
Along the top are foiled gold leaves, and a few foiled hearts spread out downward.
I open the card, and my stomach drops when I read the words.
At the top are two intertwined gold bands. Beneath it, the word Congratulations in the same gold foil. Below that are two inky-black hand-written words in a neat cursive.
It’s official.
At the bottom, it’s signed. A signature that holds no amount of emotion whatsoever.
Regards,
Your Husband—Enzo.
Regards.
He gives his regards? Like something you would send in a condolence card or in a business email. I suppose this could be considered a condolence card, couldn’t it? My life is officially over.
I turn it over, a lick of hope that maybe this is a joke. Maybe there is something sweet about this, but I find nothing.
This is it.
Just a card to announce we’re officially married.
I find myself disappointed. Not angry. Disappointed I’m not going to have the type of marriage I want. Disappointed Enzo isn’t the sweet man I, for a second, thought he could be. That the hope flickering inside me is almost completely snuffed out.
I’ve never had to fight for what I wanted before, and maybe I’m not made to be that person. Maybe it’s not who I am. It’s who I want to be, though. I want to fight tooth and nail. I want to expel every bit of energy I have to piss off Enzo, to follow my plan of making his life hell while also somehow putting everything into making him trust me—because it totally makes sense to do both, right?
But I don’t think I am that person.
I’ve never had to fight for anything before and I don’t think I want to fight for this.
What’s the point?
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Vincenzo
It takes only a few days to get a call from my brother.
“I’m talking to you too much lately, Elio,” I answer, bringing my attention from the files on my desk that have done nothing to keep my focus over the last hour.
“Blame the other assholes, not me.”
“What’s going on now?”
“Maximo has been getting heat from Canvani. Said some of his guys went rogue.”
“Rogue?”
But did they do this on their own accord, or were they told to do this and make it seem that way? With the Canvanis, anything is possible.
Elio sighs. “That’s what he said.”
