Giovanni POV

I still couldn’t believe it.

Mark had finally decided to divorce me.

Even as I walked through the endless, glittering hallway of the grand hall, my heart felt like it was floating somewhere far above my body. The smile on my lips refused to disappear. The divorce papers were still in my hand—warm from the way my fingers had been gripping them like my life depended on it.

This was freedom. Real freedom.

Mia had dragged me away earlier after accidentally spilling wine all ...