Chapter 117

• “She’s my wife! My wife!” Ignazio’s voice thundered through the lobby, every syllable sharp and deliberate. “Legally and religiously recognized.” He continued, ignoring Ayeleen’s protest. “We were married some time ago, privately. And if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you proof. So stop bothering her.”
• Ignazio’s icy gaze cut straight through Ayeleen, sending a shiver down her spine.
• “Th–That’s impossible,” Ayeleen whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled to accept what she’d just heard.