Chapter 91

• Alessandra remained silent for several seconds, stunned and in shock, watching the painful scene unfold. Without warning and unable to contain them, thick tears rolled down her cheeks one after another. Her chest tightened, she held her breath, and the pain that pierced through her was as annihilating as it was devastating. Before her eyes were Dominic, her handsome Dominic, the man who had made her very happy in the past few months, with a woman in his arms, yes, a woman, the same one she already knew had or rather, had a history with, Viviane Santoro. He held her by the waist, very close to him, and although they weren't kissing or doing much, just seeing the closeness between their bodies was enough to know what it meant. Both of them stared at her intently, as if she were a strange creature. The tall blonde hugged him by the neck and smiled mockingly, arrogantly, triumphantly, and he, he looked at her differently, with coldness, distance, seriousness, anger, and hatred. Resentment? Disappointment? She couldn't exactly decipher that look, but yes, evidently, it was very different from the last one she saw in him when they said goodbye before her trip.
• "Dominic," she managed to say moments later, "What does all this mean?" she wanted to know, he had to give her an explanation, she deserved it, simply because she didn't understand what was happening. However, what he replied left her not only embarrassed, but also consumed and devastated.
• "What do you mean, miss D'Santi?" he inquired indifferently, raising an eyebrow arrogantly. "By the way, when you address me, do it with the respect I deserve, don't forget that I am the president of this company and you, just a simple assistant," he sneered disdainfully. "So, next time, call me Mr. Lombardo."