“I’m sorry, bella.” I shake my head, all the heartache and fear I felt because of him too raw in my chest. “Tesoro mia,” he whispers. When he tries to reach for my face, I push his hand away from me and glare at him. “My words meant nothing last night. Yours mean nothing today.” Armani sits down and rests his arm on his knee. He leans forward. “Please look at me.” My eyes snap to his, and I let him see how much he hurt me. I see my pain reflect on his face as he says, “I’m so fucking sorry.”
