The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 16

Mackenna was in her office working furiously and trying to get over the anger she had felt this morning. It wasn’t right. She had fallen asleep in Alessandro’s arms on the sofa, and she had felt safe, content, and happy. She’d had dreams of making love with him and of sleeping with him, in his warm embrace exhausted from lovemaking.

Her heart was acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be back in his arms, but her head was telling her she was a bigger i***t today than she’d been five years ago. Her anger was self-directed, because when she’d woken alone in her tiny twin bed, tucked into it, she’d instantly reached for him, and he wasn’t there. Finding herself along, she’d begun sobbing like a fool. She was crying at the drop of a hat over Alessandro Giordano. It was silly and asinine, and she was ashamed of herself. Her emotions were out of control.

Her stomach was in knots, she felt queasy and never had she been so exhausted. This last month was proving to be the most difficult of her life and she felt like there was no end in sight, no light at the end of her tunnel. She knew the time between now and until her divorce finalized would be a battle with Alessandro. Worse, she feared the time after her divorce was likely going to be the most excruciating of her life. How had she thought she would be able to just move on after him when it was clear she had never gotten over him? Distance would help, she knew it but moving to Antarctica was not an option; no matter how much the solitude beckoned her.

her office and as she tore it open, she came face-to-face with the man of last night’s lustful fantasies, poised to knock on the door. She shoved past him. “I’m working.”

r office, clutching a metal thermal cup in her hand.

f next.”

t her back as she swung on her heel and continued walking away from him.

ed me pizza and watch fuzzy dog movies and I’ll forget all the terrible things you put me through. Well, you’re wrong.” She faced him then and poked him in the

ed every night.” She saw her words affect him as if she’d struck him a physical blow. She continued her verbal assault, “well you were wrong Alessandro. I wouldn’t do it then and I won’t now. If it weren’t for the fact Dulce is in a bed upstairs in the orthopedic wing, you and I wouldn’t be having this discussion. This, again, reminds me you would follow her to the ends of the Earth if she demanded it! Tell me Alessandro, has there ever been a phone call from her you didn’t answer?” When he opene

the one who made mistakes. You refuse to acknowledge any of the responsibility for this situation. You never wanted to talk in the past. You never asked me if I was sleeping with Dulce. You accused me. You always accused and you already had your mind made up as to the answer, so why would I bother to deny something you had already decided as fact?

ut he wasn’t done.

d mouse you like to play. You want a divorce? Fine. The minute I’m back in Milan, I’ll sign the papers. You can marry your bloody orthopedic surgeon and have your little blue-eyed, blonde-haired babies. I’m done.” He threw his hands in the air and pushed past her, striding straight down the hall and out into the bright sunshine.

it was excruciating. “Hurts so much.”

d grabbed a cuff from a wall and took her blood pressure. She was aware of her surroundings, yet, everything seemed so hazy and cloudy, and she fought to keep her eyes opened.

vannah knelt in front of her.

ds she had a mask on her face, and she was laying on her back on a cot and staring at the ceiling tiles as they checked her out thoroughly. She heard words like ‘panic attack’ and ‘stress’ and ‘weakened heart muscles’ and for each tear Savannah wiped away from her face, ten more fell. She sobbed as she looked at her best friend. “Why does it hurt so much? It’s what I wanted.”

the doctor beside her call her name and then she was lost to a black void which felt good in comparison to the pain she was feeling.

was with Alessandro in Milan, in their big bedroom in the Giordano family estate and they were snuggled in the middle of the big bed, and he was cuddling her and telling her how much he’d missed her when he’d been gone. He never slept in their bed when he wasn’t with her. It felt too strange to lie in a

name more of a ‘kane’ and she mocked him until he tickled her ribs and she had to beg him to stop. “Well, Alessandro, I’d go with you if I didn’t have midterms on Monday. It won’t

rrows studying had put there.

ogether more. I can’t wait to be with you when you travel.”

ver her hip and pulled her close. “We’re interviewing for some new models to represen

s rippled abdomen. “While you’re looking at gorgeous su

e shopping and beaches. You will never be bored darling.”

es to his. Spending his money shopping felt weird to her and lying on a beach alone held no appeal to her. “Can I come with you and just be with you?”

grinned as he rolled her onto her back. “For now, though, I’d like you under instead of beside me if it’s okay with you. I’ve missed my little wife.”

to her.