Page 16 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Disposable Wife

Mona winced. “Just say yes next time,signora.There’s no need to say the word.”

Riiiight.

“Hassignoretold you about his grandfather?"

Kendra shook her head.

"Cosimo La Rocca built the hospital. The school. The roads. Everything in that town, the La Roccas built." Mona set down the arancini and made a sound that required no translation. "The government forgot us. The La Roccas didn't."

“And yet they still have enemies?”

“Doing something good doesn’t always make other people feel good. For some, it is the opposite, and they hate you for this.”

That night, Kendra lay next to Dario in the dark, and she couldn’t help but remember all the things that Mona told her about his family.

A part of her couldn’t believe she was married to a man like him, whose life made hers seem so small and inconsequential. The only thing that uniquely happened to her was catching Porter in bed with her twin, but that wasn’t exactly something to be proud of.

“I can feel you thinking,cara.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I really wasn’t—”

A soft sigh from her husband.

Oh no.

Because the moment she heard it, she remembered belatedly what he had warned her that fateful day in his hotel in Chicago.

When it comes to what we have between us, there must only be truth.

She didn’t have a chance to take her words back and say sorry.

Her husband had already rolled her to her back, and well...

It was the sweetest punishment ever, but it was also the kind that had her begging for respite—

But alas, this husband of hers who loved to spoil Kendra to death...

He was the opposite in the bedroom, ‘Nuff said.

Afterward, Kendra wasn’t sure if she had fallen asleep out of exhaustion or had passed out. When she woke up, her husband had already left for the office, and waiting for her were several unread messages.

Delete.

Delete.

Delete.

While she hadn’t blocked Porter or Thelma from contacting her, she couldn’t quite manage to talk to them just yet.

It wasn’t that she was angry with them or anything. She truly wasn’t. But that didn’t mean she was already okay.

Because every time she thought about her ex-husband or twin...

It was actually enough to make her heart shrivel, and that was why she couldn’t read any of their messages.