Stefano

There it is again. That damned word. Girlfriend. A title she’d branded herself with and paraded around like it was gospel truth, even when I’d told her time and time again that wasn’t what we were. That was the beginning of our fallout, and yet, here we were. I rubbed a hand over my face, swallowing down the urge to correct her. I didn’t have the strength for that battle. Not today.

“Isabella…”

But she cut me off, stomping closer on her ridiculous stilettos. “Don’t even! Don’t even try to talk your way out of this, Stephy. I saw the way she looked at you. I saw the way...