"You're joking!" Valentina hissed.
"What do you mean I'm joking? No I'm not joking. I love you, Bella."
"Don't fucking say that to me! Jesus Christ, Luciano! Just last week, you said you couldn't bring back your feelings for me. And now you love me? Yeah right!" she slipped out of bed, dragging the covers along.
"Bella, wait. I don't understand why you're being this way."
"Because you're being fucking manipulative," she replied in a rant, as she charged towards his closet, and pulled it open. "Every time I say I'm going to rip that wife of yours apart, you try to distract me. I'm onto you, Luciano. You will not make a fool of me." She grabbed a shirt she felt was long enough to cover her thighs, and turned towards the bathroom still ranting.
"Wait, you think I'm telling you I love you because I don't want you fighting Isadora?" he huffed, completely puzzled.
