#Chapter 470: The Perfect Escape

Nina “Nina! Look at this.” My eyes locked onto the glinting silver strands that were pinched between Luke’s fingers, almost sparkling in the sunlight. At first I simply gaped in confusion. “Silver jewelry thread? It must have fallen off of Mila’s blouse when she was here with Enzo,” I said. The very notion felt like a sword through my fracturing heart, twisting and plunging deeper. It was all beginning to make sense now… how long had he been lying to me? I sank numbly onto the rumpled bed, putting my head in my hands as sobs began to wrack my frame. Enzo wrapped up in passion with another woman, while I was at home, pregnant, waiting for him... I couldn’t wrap my mind around the image no matter how I tried. And yet the proof mocked me all around this room. I could see it everywhere: the crumbled sheets, the indentations in the pillows, the used water glasses, and now the threads. Mila had been here, with my husband, and now he was gone. Maybe I never stood a chance