I walked into the living room, humming softly to myself. The TV was on in the background, and I absentmindedly flipped through the channels, waiting for him to call or text. My phone buzzed, but it was just a work email. Still nothing from Giovanni. I sighed, deciding to sit and wait.
That was when I saw it.
The screen flashed to life with images of fireworks lighting up the night sky. The camera panned over a familiar face—and my heart sank. Giovanni was there, standing beside a woman, smiling as the fireworks exploded above them.
It was Anya. The woman he swore was just a friend.
I felt the color drain from my face. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, dialing his number before I could stop myself. He answered on the second ring, his voice calm, like nothing was wrong.
“Giovanni, where are you?” My voice trembled, and I hated how weak it sounded.
“I’m at the office. I’ve been swamped with work. You know how it is,” he replied smoothly.