Chapter 8 Lorenzo rented a luxury cabin just down the road from the sanctuary .
The great Lorenzo Visconti , reduced to stalking the grounds like a ghost in his Zegna overcoat .
I treated him like the mountain air present but invisible .
No amount of designer suits or desperate gazes could revive what had died in my heart .
Everything changed when Dr.
Marcus Chen , my colleague from Johns Hopkins , came for a research follow up .
We were laughing about residency horror stories when Lorenzos legendary control shattered .
He launched himself at Marcus , Rolex flashing as he swung .
I stepped between them .
Get the hell out if you cant behave .
This is a medical facility , not your Wall Street playground .
After Marcus made his uncomfortable exit , I rounded on Lorenzo .
He caught my hand , his eyes holding that dangerous intensity that once charmed boardrooms .
Come home , Sophia .
Surely three years of exile is enough .
The laugh that escaped me couldve frosted glass .
Exile ? Is that what you think this is ? A timeout ? Let me use smaller words : We .
Are .
Divorced .
I.
Dont .
Love .
You .
Which part is too complex for that Harvard MBA ? Should I refresh your memory ? You and Isabella , putting on a show in our bed .
Making your blind wife fetch your condoms real classy , by the way .
Those fireworks spelling her name ? Not exactly subtle .
Each word was a perfectly placed scalpel cut .
You wanted your midlife crisis .
Congratulations its permanent .
I watched the famous Visconti composure crumble .
Before I could say more , the click of Louboutins announced Isabellas arrival living proof of every lie .
So much for getting rid of her .
Touch him and Ill end your little mountain doctor fantasy , she sneered , before switching to her boardroom mistress smile .
Well , look who we have here .
Should I call security to remove some strays from the premises ? My voice dripped with calculated disdain .
Isabellas perfectly Botoxed face contorted .
Did you hear her , Lorenzo ? Shes calling us dogs .
Let me show this backwoods healer- The sound of Lorenzos slap cut through the clinic like a thunderclap .
My First Love 98.49 % Ehm .
Up His voice dropped to that deadly whisper that once terrorized Wall Street .
Youre exactly what she called you a stray who forgot her place .
Didnt I make myself clear about disappearing ? Next time , Ill make sure the restraining order sticks .
98.8 % Chapter 8 .
Shut .
Up .
His voice dropped to that deadly whisper that once terrorized Wall Street .
Youre exactly what she called you a stray who forgot her place .
Didnt I make myself clear about disappearing ? Next time , Ill make sure the restraining order sticks .
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