Seraphina’s eyes shot open all of a sudden, her chest rising and falling as though she had been holding her breath the entire time. She pushed Vincenzo away with both hands, though he barely moved an inch from her. His solid frame resisted her effort, but he stepped back just enough to look at her face properly.
“What happened?” he asked in a calm, low tone, his eyes searching hers.
Her voice trembled with anger as she blurted, “Did you ever feel all of this with that woman… with Mrs. Andrew?” Her brows drew together, and her lips pressed tight in both jealousy and pain.
The words made him gasp, his chest tightening at the accusation. “What did you just say?”
“Tell me the truth,” Seraphina snapped, her tone both commanding and desperate. “I need to know, Vincenzo. Say the truth to me.”
