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The reason why no longer mattered.

And if she came back with demands—

He didn’t have to know what they were.

Whatever she wanted, he would give it.

All he needed was her, and if he had to pretend, the way she told him she had used to pretend in her first marriage, then he would do it, too. Because life with her in whatever form was better than any kind of life without—

“Is it true, Mr. La Rocca?”

He spun around even though he already knew from the voice alone it wasn’t her.

Kendra hadn’t come back.

Instead, it was Bonnie, and in all the years she had worked for his family, Dario had never heard her sound in this much distress.

"Juanito called me. He said you sent Mrs. La Rocca away?"

"Why are you even surprised at this?" he asked hollowly. "You were there yourself when Selleck—"

Bonnie stalked past him.

What the—

It was the first time for the older woman to display such rudeness, and yet he still found himself stalking after her, knowing instinctively that she wasn’t doing this on a whim. But when she ended up leading him to the dining room—

"Do you see this, Mr. La Rocca?" Bonnie asked heavily.

Dario’s steps crashed to a halt by the arched doorway as he saw how the table had been set for a candlelit dinner for two. There were also multiple dishes...ofeggs?

"She was planning to tell you she was in love with you.”

“That was then,” he said tonelessly, “when she didn’t yet know about my past—”

“Then what about this?” Bonnie shoved the brown paper bag into his hands—the one Kendra had asked her to pick up at the last minute, and the reason Bonnie had only arrived back now. "Look."

Dario bent down as a book fell out of the bag.

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"Do you see it now,signore?” Bonnie asked painfully. “Would she want to give you this still if she was thinking of leaving you?"

Dario stared at the book in his hands. And then at the eggs on the table. And then at the empty doorway his wife had walked through, crying, because he had called her stupid and told her she was nothing but a liability and uncurled his fingers from her wrist like she was something he was letting go of on purpose.

His chest was so tight he could no longer breathe.

What had he done?

Chapter Eight

KENDRA DIDN'T MEANto cry.

But the moment she was inside the backseat of his car, the tears just started falling, and after that, there seemed to be no end to them.

Even when her eyes were stinging so painfully, and her heart felt as if someone had torn it into shreds, she just couldn't stop crying, and that was why by the time she realized the driver had slowed to a stop—

Her mind couldn't make sense of it at first.