I stood there, watching their figures disappear from view. Strangely, I didn't feel much of anything. No anger, no heartbreak, not even disappointment. Maybe it was because, deep down, I had always known this was how it would be. The moment someone else called, I would be the one he let go of without a second thought.
After he left, the room slowly came back to life. At first, the voices were low, hesitant, but it didn't take long for them to return to normal.
"Jesus, I've never seen him that angry before."
"Think he's serious about her this time?"
"Obviously. Anyone can see it. People who throw themselves at him just come off cheap."
Another round of laughter followed, louder this time, more careless.
They didn't bother lowering their voices. There was no need. Dante didn't care about me, so why should they? I was the heir's wife, and not a man in that room flinched when they laughed at my name. That told me everything about what the Falcone name was worth when the Falcone heir had already turned his back.