Page 4 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

Real rage.

The kind that turns his entire body still.

The room suddenly feels too small to breathe in.

Dante walks on the broken glass without taking his eyes off me.

Bianca says something to him. He doesn’t react. Then he starts walking toward me, slow and controlled. But there’s something dangerous underneath that control, something barely leashed and getting worse with every step.

Around us, three hundred people watch in absolute silence.

Nobody knows whether they’re about to witness a reunion or a disaster.

Honestly?

Neither do I.

Dante stops in front of me.

Close enough that I can see the faint shadows beneath his eyes.

Two years, and my body still recognizes him instantly.

His gaze moves over my face like he’s trying to decide whether I’m real.

“Dante—”

His hand closes around my wrist before I can finish.

The movement isn’t violent but it isn’t gentle either.

A sharp breath catches in my throat. For one irrational second, panic flashes through me so fast it feels physical. My pulse spikes. My muscles lock. Trapped.

The sensation disappears almost as quickly as it came, drowned out by the familiar heat of his touch.

Dante notices the reaction.

I see it in the way his expression hardens.

“Wait…” Hugo begins, stepping forward to block the way.

But Bianca rushes in before he can continue.

“Valeria.”

Her voice breaks beautifully on my name. Then she throws her arms around me.

Silk. Perfume. Warm skin.

I go completely rigid. Every instinct I have screams at me to push her away.

To tell them. Tell Dante what she did. Tell everyone.

This woman tried to kill me.

But accusations without proof are useless. Dangerous, even.

So I stand there frozen while she trembles dramatically against me.