Chapter 10

LUCA

When I return home, I'm excited to see Sophia again. Just the memory of running my hands over her silky skin makes my dick stand to attention. We agreed that after she finished working at the Gala venue, we would meet at my condo.

As I walk through the doorway, a chill goes down my spine. The scene I walk into feels like a bad dream, and it instantly makes my dick go soft.

There, on the sofa right in front of me, is a naked woman. It's not the one that I expected to find when I got home. It's my wife.

"Valentina, what the fuck are you doing here, and where are your clothes?"

"I'm here for you, Luca, I want to fix our marriage. You can't divorce me."

"It's too late and there's nothing you can say that's going to change my mind. I've moved on and found someone else. This nightmare of a marriage was over a long time ago. Get your ass dressed and get out of my house. I'm expecting company, and I don't want you here when she arrives."

"You moved on with who? The little whore who stopped by to see you?"

Fear causes me to break out in a sweat. "Who stopped by?" I've never been afraid of anything before but I'm afraid of losing Sophia.

"A pretty girl, but she definitely can't handle you in the bedroom, darling. You need a real woman. I know you like it rough. You'd break that tiny girl in half." The bitch actually cackles like a fucking psycho.

"Valentina, what did you do?" I can't help but roll my eyes at her theatrics. This isn't unusual for Tina. She's always looking for ways to fuck with my life and she's always a fucking bitch.

"I just let the little girl know who I was." She smirks. "She wasn't too happy to hear you had a wife. In fact, she ran away crying like the little man-stealing cunt that she is."

Fuck my life. Sophia doesn't know the situation or that Valentina and I have never had an actual marriage. Unable to control myself, I reach out and grab my wife's throat and shove her against the wall. Holding her throat tight enough that her face starts to turn bright red, I struggle not to kill this vicious bitch. All I see is red and I have to work hard to get my rage under control.

"Valentina, get the fuck out and don't ever speak of Sophia like that again. She's more of a woman than you will ever be. If I see you before the divorce, I'm going to fucking kill you," I growl.

Real fear shines in her eyes as she tries to pry my hands off her throat so she can get some air. I've never gotten physical with her or any other woman before, but I wholeheartedly hate this cunt. She's controlled and ruined my life for the last few years, and I won't allow her to ruin my future. I know Sophia is it for me. Until I get her back, I won't stop trying to prove that she's mine.

Dropping the bitch, she tries to catch her breath while clutching her throat as water streams down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run in black streaks down her face. I don't feel the least bit guilty; she messed with something that didn't belong to her.

For the next few weeks, I aimlessly search the city for Sophia, not knowing where to start. Knowing that I'll never stop looking for her doesn't help the pain I feel in my chest when I think about how she's been hurt by my bullshit. I knew I had to keep Valentina away from her until I could explain, and I didn't expect her to be inside my apartment when I got home. Apparently, she bribed the doorman downstairs, and I've since fired him. None of that fixes my problem though. I can't stop thinking about Sophia and holding her in my arms again. I don't want her, I need her. This has become an obsession that I can't control.