"Where is Ali?" Salvatore demanded to see his wife as soon as reached the hospital. "How is she? I need to see her."
Only he knew how he spent seven hours in a flight without taking the reign of the jet from the pilots.
Emma, who had been sitting on the same chair since the beginning outside Alicia's room, glanced up to find an apprehensive and trembling Salvatore Marino.
For years, she had wondered what even made Salvatore Marino tick.
What could change the look of annoyance and indifference on his face into a real emotion?
An emotion that was real, not something he wanted people to believe.
And today, when she finally found the answer, but right now she didn't know what to do with it.
She understood today that this man she had once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with was a liar and a cheat. A manipulative bastard who would play with everyone's emotions for his own goals.
