ISABELLA
I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before me. A tiny child, no more than four years old, with big brown eyes and messy black hair, had wrapped his arms around Lorenzo's leg, holding on for dear life. My heart sank, feeling like it had been punched in the gut.
Lorenzo looked down, his head tilting to one side as he called out,
"Leo, mio bambino!" The child squealed with delight, raising his arms up for Lorenzo to scoop him up. I felt like I had been slapped in the face, my mouth hanging open in shock.
He has a child, and he fucking got married to me, he didn't even allow me to know this and expect me to just accept it that way.
The only thing I can see in his eyes right now is our joy.
My eyes met Marcello's, but he just shrugged his shoulders, amusement dancing in his eyes, giving me the I told you look.
I was left speechless, my mind reeling with questions.
