IT MORE THAN A KISS

ISABELLA

I stood there, my leg feeling like jelly, my heart shattered into a million pieces. 

The scene before me was like a cruel joke, a harsh reality that I couldn't escape. He was cheating on me, and with another woman, no less. That woman was Francesca, his late brother's wife.

The pain was like a knife twisting in my gut, making it hard to breathe. I tried moving inside, I wanted to confront him, he was mad that a guy touched me and here he was allowing another woman to sit on him.

"What are you doing?" I heard Mareclloe ask behind but I was more than annoyed to respond. I moved forward but his firm grip stopped me.

I turned to him and lashed out at him, but Marcello pulled me away, shutting the door behind us. 

I stared at him, my eyes welling up with tears. "I told you not to go inside," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.