Davina's POV

Diego moved closer to me.

That was the thing about him—he never gave me space to escape the truth. He didn’t let me wriggle out of a tough spot or pretend the cracks weren’t there. Sometimes, denial was its own kind of self-preservation.

He wouldn’t stand for it.

“You and Carlotta are married, Diego. And in our family, marriage is for life.”

He rolled his eyes. “For the love of God—”

“Have some respect for us, for once!” I kept my voice low, so it came out in ...