Chapter 45

• Sofia was back.
• Alessandro paced restlessly around the elegant white and gold sitting room, the glass of wine he had poured and then forgotten about still untouched in his hand. His thoughts were too preoccupied to allow him to drink, or even to let go of the glass his hand was clenched around, almost as if it was the arm of his errant wife, which he had held so tightly a short time before.
• Sofia was back and in just a short space of time she had managed to throw his life into chaos just by reappearing in it.