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Isabella 98.

I was lying to myself if I said that I understood what was going on in this conference room. I was even more shocked to realize that the beautifully old lady was Damien's mother. Vague memories invaded my mind as I tried to recall where I had seen her.

The smell of apple pie came to my nose and I knew that she made those on the weekends. For the first time, I saw Vito for who he was. In this conference, he had no say. He had been rebuffed twice by his estranged wife and I realized that he almost had no say on this meeting.

Was that why he resorted to almost killing me? Because he could not control his wife? Or did he hate women in general. Damien, although looking worried did not seem to care about the meeting.

He was more concerned for his mother, because he kept looking at her like she was going to spontaneously combust into flames. It felt so cute to see my husband dotting over his mother.

"Calm down, son, I promise you that I will not do anything