ELENA

“Your husband is a monster”, Alessia said over the phone. I had just finished telling her what happened at the airport.

“I agree”, I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.

“But the creep deserved it. Thank God Alessandro got there on time”.

“He did”. I acknowledged. But I never thanked him, deep down, I knew he hadn’t done it for me, he was just furious that someone had dared to lay their hands on what he considered his property.

“How was your wedding night?”. She asked, switching the topics.

I recalled that night, how Alessandro didn’t utter a word to me.

“It was… great”.

“Don’t lie to me”,...